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i love it
love it

but i love it
but i love it

i love it everytime see you
i love it everytime see you

ano ang i love it when we hang out
i love it when we hang out

i love it when youcall me again.
i love it when youcall me again

gusto ko ganito hairstyle ko palagi. i love it!
i always like this hairstyle. i love it!

i'm using a translation on google.. aurora is nice i love it there
marunong na po kau magtagalog tito

lover's got humor she's the giggle at a funeral knows everybody's disapproval i should've worshiped her sooner if the heavens ever did speak she's the last true mouthpiece every sunday's getting more bleak a fresh poison each week "we were born sick", you heard them say it my church offers no absolutes she tells me, "worship in the bedroom" the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you i was born sick, but i love it command me to be well a-, amen, amen, amen take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death good god, let me give you my life take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death good god, let me give you my life if i'm a pagan of the good times my lover's the sunlight to keep the goddess on my side she demands a sacrifice drain the whole sea get something shiny something meaty for the main course that's a fine looking high horse what you got in the stable? we've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty that looks plenty this is hungry work take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife offer me my deathless death good god, let me give you my life take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife offer me my deathless death good god, let me give you my life no masters or kings when the ritual begins there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene only then i am human only then i am clean oh, oh, amen, amen, amen take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death good god, let me give you my life take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death good god, let me give you my life
take me to church lover's got humor she's the giggle at a funeral knows everybody's disapproval i should've worshiped her sooner if the heavens ever did speak she's the last true mouthpiece every sunday's getting more bleak a fresh poison each week "we were born sick", you heard them say it my church offers no absolutes she tells me, "worship in the bedroom" the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you i was born sick, but i love it command me to be well a , amen, amen, amen take m