Darling, every night I keep wondering
What I'm not doing right
The fire's burning bright
And you look so, oh so good tonight
I've been trying to make yon happy
For such a long time
Working hard to keep you
So much it's a crime
Give me what I want
'Cause I'm losing my mind for your
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Somewhere in your eyes
There's a love light that you just can't disguise
Darling, darling, darling, every night
I still wonder what I'm not doing right
I've been trying to make yon happy
For such a long time
Working hard to keep you
So much it's a crime
Give me what I want
'Cause I'm losing my mind for your
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Oh yeah, oh baby, oh
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Making love to you
Making love to you
Oh yeah, ooh
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Wild love, wild love
Give me a taste or your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Oh yeah, give me, give me more or your
Wild love
All I want is your wild love
Give me a taste of your wild love
While I'm making love to you
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
Pamato veipintoja, startupininka ir omfgoda.
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