All My Favourite Things

Play our favourite song, baby
Yeah, I'm getting tired
But never of you
The feeling's getting strong baby
So can we retire to our room
Dim the lights, close your eyes
Kiss your thighs gently
Silent cries, reach the sky
Bracing for my entry
Bed to the table, to the floor

You're All My Favourite Things
In one



Credits
Writer(s): Unathi Roqo
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