Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams
Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.
Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do
Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams
Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.
Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do
Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.
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