In French It's Not At All it's just Suggestive;
Nor all or what is held in trust contained you
faced therein.
Around each cotton face, that weeps exposed.
Hand in hand dancing with Such beauty.
How it feels when it's bound up in deep emotion.
Red of color speaks and freed your face, I see.
Men how American,
enamoring a simple task of it's unmasking.
Than white thoughts of beauty brought to light of day.
Sight and they would rather loose their minds
then come right out
and say;
In French It's Not at All, it's just Suggestive.
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