Hey, my kitchen angel,
Eyes of ocean blue,
Dream from the depths of sleep,
True vision of sweet you.
My time is free tomorrow,
The day I clear have off.
My prying glance you may notice,
As I grab from our staff trough.
Your break I want
Your time I need!
Spare no extra minutes,
To these ***** you must feed!
Now, i'd love to see you beforehand,
For me, it would bring total bliss.
Pics of your night with a diva,
Long for, I do, from the girl I'll miss.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
Hey, my kitchen angel,
Eyes of ocean blue,
Dream from the depths of sleep,
True vision of sweet you.
My time is free tomorrow,
The day I clear have off.
My prying glance you may notice,
As I grab from our staff trough.
Your break I want
Your time I need!
Spare no extra minutes,
To these ***** you must feed!
Now, i'd love to see you beforehand,
For me, it would bring total bliss.
Pics of your night with a diva,
Long for, I do, from the girl I'll miss.
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