Pleasure Victim - текст песни
Pleasure Victim
Pleasure Victim Berlin Pleasure Victim
We touched there was temperture I'm not the same Now i'm passing through your door It's a pleasure game
You're the object of of my smile I'm a life machine Sentimental sound on sound Time to switch the scene
You're the passion in me You've broken down the system
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