Rick Reese - She Cool Like Dove

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She coo like dove She drinks a ton And she wants to get Super fucked up I’d sing to her like I’m not her first Two weeks to go and I love like woe She coo like dove She can’t find love She wears trenchcoats and fingerless gloves I’d make her mine but the day I died Was two weeks ago and I love like woe
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