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Girl you're a cute one, a quiet one The one I really really want one I was lovin' you from a far But I stepped in to feel that fire January's never been so hot Till I shot the question...
The nervous sensation running down my skin, the only thing I feel is the desire to win. The wraps in my gloves are sweaty, my shoulders and arms feel heavy. I threw my last punches with all my power,