Pâmela O. Xavier.:
It feels like she's just nowhere near.
Pâmela O. Xavier.:
Light of my life, fire of my loins.
Pâmela O. Xavier.:
Something so strange hard to define.
Pâmela O. Xavier.:
So much mess.
Pâmela O. Xavier.:
Stimulation
Pâmela O. Xavier.:
It's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurryAnd the queue was shorter than you thought it would beAnd the doorman says, "you need to get a wristband"
