I don’t flash ****
for
social security benefits.
But I call my baddie daddy,
because his heart is like paddy;
Big, wide &
worthy of a Grammy.
I like my wine fine,
Man resigned,
A bit over twenty-nine,
So it all feels like borderline cloud-nine.
Lucky for me,
Love & grey hair came intertwined.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
I don’t flash ****
for
social security benefits.
But I call my baddie daddy,
because his heart is like paddy;
Big, wide &
worthy of a Grammy.
I like my wine fine,
Man resigned,
A bit over twenty-nine,
So it all feels like borderline cloud-nine.
Lucky for me,
Love & grey hair came intertwined.
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