My tummy’s turning and I’m feeling kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I’m nervous. That’s when the DJ played my favorite tune, and a Britney song goes on.
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My tummy’s turning and I’m feeling kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I’m nervous. That’s when the DJ played my favorite tune, and a Britney song goes on.