Pressure | E.G.D

Pressure | E.G.D

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That Uniform You're Wearing So Hot I Can't Stop Staring You're Putting On A Awesome Show The Cabin Pressure's Rising My Coke Has Got No Ice In Air Hostess I Like The Way You Dress You Know I Hate To Fly But I Feel Much Better I Can Fly In My Mind And You Will Look Better.
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