| Poet Tree, Prop Urty Of Me It's a contestant shirt four lies, libraries and the poor suit of Japanese. Drinking water from the tap, my teeth feel like fish. Saturday mourning harpoons blaming on my tell-a-vision sat. Nobody loves me quite like I hate myself Tuesday. Oh, darn, if they could only see I'm geneless. It's flattering how fat the cow gets when beating mud. I waste it on my tongue to sue my temper tour. Bats for me! you couldn't have! you also fatten me. so? The flavour off the moth tastes like bears and chicks. Salad suitor with arms pinned to the closet. We've had enough time to sink about our wives. Jerry antics a/side dish of poor Peru, like Mary wants two. I'd eat your mouth if I could find it, Princess Die Anyway. I'm sore E. I just didn't have the hearse to sell you. I stuttered that last lion out in conflict, a conference wall, Deer Antler. I was just choking on the verbs like ritalin, wearing my thin mask. So niche to meat you and use your furniture for glue. Step away from the V hiccup and put your feet in the air. This must be just like leaving in pair of dice. If it ain't broke, don't FedEx it. you've got a fraud in me. Please don't put all your eggs in one basement. there isn't enough roof. You look simple, Lee Marvelous. t's shining like a boat. Shirley U. Jest, a rock can beat scissors. I give up on down and through the line. we go married. I have known desire to write your wrongs are fix able and willingly so. If you can't love me tomorrow, then just loathe me Tuesday. Hold on, baby. Baby, hold on. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all night. |
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