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Jay

Sweet-faced Jay just-want-to-help-the-girls-Jay, call you before the sun comes up, still half-drunk fancies-himself-a-pimp, Jay take-a-fat-bong-rip-like-the-girls-do Jay, then falls asleep and asks questions ten times but never listens for the answer, white-mexican **** from the hippie suburbs his own name tattooed on his forearms who's in it for the biz-ness You-can-do-anything-you-want-Jay, but still, you're beautiful, and if your boyfriend don't tell you that ten times a day you'd better dump his *** – Jay cause I'm not in it for the money, says Jay this-isn't-the-easy-way-out, but do you think you could?
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sequoia-c
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Mar 18, 2013
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