The sun shows your
beauty.
The moon hides my
face.
Thankfully, because I
commit
unlawful acts.
I leave the church
to you.
Give me the bars,
pass me the joint.
Call me,
when your sad.
And I will
cheer you up.
It seems I’m only good
for that.
Laughs and giggles.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
The sun shows your
beauty.
The moon hides my
face.
Thankfully, because I
commit
unlawful acts.
I leave the church
to you.
Give me the bars,
pass me the joint.
Call me,
when your sad.
And I will
cheer you up.
It seems I’m only good
for that.
Laughs and giggles.
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