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She doesn't like musicians Calls herself the Josephine Cut through to her smile and you will see how she is, mean A threat to those in A.C. Playing ***** with machine Some airhead playing samurai in only a bikini She doesn't like musicians "You know what I think of them?" she asks I just keep myself tight as I try to forget the past Then, she winks at me as to raise her chair and I am mesmerized by blondness Blinding me, her hair and she takes me down and slays me as I lie here She doesn't like musicians Football' swhere it's at "I think I'll love my brother" she says But, I don't tip for coffee and chat and we both just leave it at that Then, I think that this it it The last time and I think that she got in the last laugh And I know she had the first
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
The Last Time
She doesn't like musicians Calls herself the Josephine Cut through to her smile and you will see how she is, mean A threat to those in A.C. Playing ***** with machine Some airhead playing samurai in only a bikini She doesn't like musicians "You know what I think of them?" she asks I just keep myself tight as I try to forget the past Then, she winks at me as to raise her chair and I am mesmerized by blondness Blinding me, her hair and she takes me down and slays me as I lie here She doesn't like musicians Football' swhere it's at "I think I'll love my brother" she says But, I don't tip for coffee and chat and we both just leave it at that Then, I think that this it it The last time and I think that she got in the last laugh And I know she had the first
david-ehrgott
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
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