dollar bill for whinnie
but save the rest for me
god you are so ******
in terms of company
toast me golden brown
don't burn me here
but dont turn it down
that is my greatest fear
hands made of leather
we keep together tight
and if we share sack'd feather
we'll make it through the night
maybe i'm a nando
and you are cheeky too
maybe i'm a rando
a fool i am for you
strike me like mike
stroke bow wows career
in the end he was like
a hippies brazier
words of our fathers
shooting like stars
if we were like others
we wouldn't go far
happiness in latex
depression in socks
swollen in ***
haplessness mocks
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
dollar bill for whinnie
but save the rest for me
god you are so ******
in terms of company
toast me golden brown
don't burn me here
but dont turn it down
that is my greatest fear
hands made of leather
we keep together tight
and if we share sack'd feather
we'll make it through the night
maybe i'm a nando
and you are cheeky too
maybe i'm a rando
a fool i am for you
strike me like mike
stroke bow wows career
in the end he was like
a hippies brazier
words of our fathers
shooting like stars
if we were like others
we wouldn't go far
happiness in latex
depression in socks
swollen in ***
haplessness mocks
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