How doth thou wake with an aching need?
For femmes and games and **** loads of ****
To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass
As spindly and petite with one hell of an ***
Dost thou think for a mo...
That the only love felt tis that of a ***
Thou wast the only one left in the bar
With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar
Nay my dear boy as one could only believe
A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
How doth thou wake with an aching need?
For femmes and games and **** loads of ****
To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass
As spindly and petite with one hell of an ***
Dost thou think for a mo...
That the only love felt tis that of a ***
Thou wast the only one left in the bar
With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar
Nay my dear boy as one could only believe
A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be
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