She said the word frustrated like she meant it:
Sexually frustrated, she clarified
Her hobby was going down on strangers
You could ask her anything, she wouldn't lie.
I'm guessing there's a reason why she told me
And everything was working down below
But somehow now she'd dropped her little hint bomb
I decided that I'd rather take it slow
Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against ********
Or *** with strangers in nice restaurants
Or buxom beauties who wear too much make-up
I just don't trust girls who know just what I want.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 10:01 AM UTC
She said the word frustrated like she meant it:
Sexually frustrated, she clarified
Her hobby was going down on strangers
You could ask her anything, she wouldn't lie.
I'm guessing there's a reason why she told me
And everything was working down below
But somehow now she'd dropped her little hint bomb
I decided that I'd rather take it slow
Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against ********
Or *** with strangers in nice restaurants
Or buxom beauties who wear too much make-up
I just don't trust girls who know just what I want.
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