She sit then grow something in my cup of coffee
How can something so obvious become generous?
When we talk about ferrous and phosphorus
Chemistry and smile become vitamin
and your whole existence, addicting
like a bunch of amphetamine.
**** like you did in January
Oh, my lady died in beauty
For my butler, angel and death
In your hand, smell like a ****
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
She sit then grow something in my cup of coffee
How can something so obvious become generous?
When we talk about ferrous and phosphorus
Chemistry and smile become vitamin
and your whole existence, addicting
like a bunch of amphetamine.
**** like you did in January
Oh, my lady died in beauty
For my butler, angel and death
In your hand, smell like a ****
Some of my friends told that relation is a chemistry
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