years ago
when I ****** my boyfriend
I'd sometimes pretend to pay for him.
how much?
I'd say,
so he'd make believe he was turning away,
you can't afford me.
he'd stand there
obnoxiously
and I'd fling wads of money.
six hundred
seven hundred
eight hundred
nine
a grand, baby
a grand and you're mine
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
years ago
when I ****** my boyfriend
I'd sometimes pretend to pay for him.
how much?
I'd say,
so he'd make believe he was turning away,
you can't afford me.
he'd stand there
obnoxiously
and I'd fling wads of money.
six hundred
seven hundred
eight hundred
nine
a grand, baby
a grand and you're mine
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