Creamy shinny skin some what like
Bronze,
With a limp like a **** some what
Like the fonz,
He pocesses a hot touch as much as an African summer,
With a choice voice as loud as the crackeling of thunder
So cool he talks with his walks when he runs he slides so smoove when he groove he glides
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Creamy shinny skin some what like
Bronze,
With a limp like a **** some what
Like the fonz,
He pocesses a hot touch as much as an African summer,
With a choice voice as loud as the crackeling of thunder
So cool he talks with his walks when he runs he slides so smoove when he groove he glides
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