A New Woman
My kissing star
You were the star...
My fallen star.
You fell down from the sky.
You kissed and me and shot back into the sky.
I wished you were real.
Then someway, somehow you came back to life.
So called you my kissing star.
My fallen star.
You fell down from the sky.
You kissed and me and shot back into the sky.
I wished you were real.
Then someway, somehow you came back to life.
So called you my kissing star.
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My kissing star
My kissing star
