She´s dancing.

 Kiss me and 1 

 

Final Command

Tell her I'll be waiting In the usual place With the tired and weary And there's no escape To need a woman You've got to know How the strong get weak And the rich get poor Slave to love Oh Slave to love You're running with me Don't touch the ground We're the restless hearted Not the chained and bound The sky is burning A sea of flame Though your world is changing I will be the same Slave to love Oh Slave to love Slave to love Oh  Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love (Can you help me?) Oh, oh (Can you help me?) The storm is breaking Or so it seems We're too young to reason Too grown up to dream And the spring is turning Your face to mine I can hear your laughter I can see your smile Slave to love Oh Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love Slave to love  Oh Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love Slave to love And I can't escape

Romantic

Don't stop the dance

Mama says, "Truth is all that matters Lying and deceiving is a sin" Drifting through a world that's torn and tattered Every thought I have don't mean a thing Don't stop, don't stop the dance No more music Don't stop the dance Mama says, "Love is all the matters Beauty should be deeper than your skin" Living for the moment, lips and lashes Will I ever find my way again? Don't stop, don't stop the dance No more music Don't stop the dance Don't stop, don't stop the dance Mama says, "Only stormy weather Don't know why there's no sun in the sky" Footsteps in the dark come together Got to keep on moving or I will die Don't stop, don't stop the dance No more music Don't stop the dance Don't stop, don't stop the dance No more music Don't stop the dance Don't stop, don't stop the dance

T 

Religious science

Dark and occult sciences

Shampoo Gel Duche Perfume

Tea drops

Run for your life, now, if you want to live, live things a little more time.

Or soon you´ll die and things will no longer be something, something pleasant and satisfying butt... just that.

Smoothly but they are going to stab you for life.

You´ll lose everything, your being, your honor, pride and freedom, everything.

Taking honey, fueling for the day, 11

The sand is salty and there´s chamelle poop everywhere.

Someone is going to get a cold.

Baja 

Harbala