Lip-locked with Abigail Mac, lip-smackin’ in the back of the abbey; gale force winds blowin’ deep, she’s takin’ me to church. Fallin’ steep off the steeple, end your search for the finest merch. Come to a halt, with a lurch, hittin’ the brakes on heartbreak.
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