This is a song about "Thorn bryce vanessa padraic"

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door

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