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O' Cealleigh – 11's lyrics
Eleven's tip to toe in joy
Oh how I regret, that I'm a boy
Dainty gentle, shades of pale
Forbidden kingdom for a male
Forgiven now that love prevails
Oh, how I lose track of time
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop
A thousand years here Would suit me fine
Mix my emotions so fine
Candy slips like grains of mind
Silkworm spins a cocoon
Every motion gone too soon
Lifeline flows through this dangling thread
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky Keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop
Reaping gifts from edge to inch
Begging more always gives
Selfish while in perfect peace
Sands of time in sheer class
Body dissolved in orgasmic mass
Lovers sweet beauty carry's me
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Never empty of passion for you
Gently, gently I am coming through
Oh how I regret, that I'm a boy
Dainty gentle, shades of pale
Forbidden kingdom for a male
Forgiven now that love prevails
Oh, how I lose track of time
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop
A thousand years here Would suit me fine
Mix my emotions so fine
Candy slips like grains of mind
Silkworm spins a cocoon
Every motion gone too soon
Lifeline flows through this dangling thread
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky Keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop
Reaping gifts from edge to inch
Begging more always gives
Selfish while in perfect peace
Sands of time in sheer class
Body dissolved in orgasmic mass
Lovers sweet beauty carry's me
Stroke my sugar cane and again
Never tired of feeling the same,
Her words clear my sky keep me sane
Distract my mind mature it from tame
Never empty of passion for you
Gently, gently I am coming through
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