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First she puts on a skirt And pencils on make up. Then take her out to a night club not the alley or curb to be picked up by another She twirls and twists as lights bounce off her all night and we thump and grind on the dance floor. We soon stink of sweat Her breath of tequila margaritas shaken not stirred and soon it's time to go home She gets hungry for drive through food of a taco or two and when the conversation turns we turn in to the drive way and We’re home. First thing she does then is walks in the restroom, That’s my girl, still looking **** even while taking a dumpster.
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
How to make a dumpster look ****
First she puts on a skirt And pencils on make up. Then take her out to a night club not the alley or curb to be picked up by another She twirls and twists as lights bounce off her all night and we thump and grind on the dance floor. We soon stink of sweat Her breath of tequila margaritas shaken not stirred and soon it's time to go home She gets hungry for drive through food of a taco or two and when the conversation turns we turn in to the drive way and We’re home. First thing she does then is walks in the restroom, That’s my girl, still looking **** even while taking a dumpster.
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
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