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Doesn't Want Me to Touch Her
My woman doesn't want me to touch her
My woman doesn't want me to touch her
And I'm about to explode, and I'm about to explode
Her head hurts
Her head hurts
Her soul hurts and something more
Her soul hurts and something more.
I miss those days of unmatched adolescence
When everything depended on my emotional state
In the morning, in the afternoon, and at night
And there were no complaints
From the side, from below, from above
And I could always
And now I'm back in the same spot
With a lot of optimism
Trying to wrap this up.
