I seek a white countess,
To bend me to my bow,
I'll show him I'm his mistress,
Hell beg and hear me moan!

Well scream a thousand voices,
Well dock a shorting pout,
To hold his hand,
Where are treasure spands!
A king I need Caucasian indeed,
Surely without a doubt!!!!

His kisses I want so endearing
But I guess I'm not his type.
Wrong or right?

He does not notice me
I'm just a broken mirror

Sheas got hem
Tha man of my secular wants
I'll push anyone or thing asade
To get what dis prissy wantz

Make believe amusing dumplings
Cool by all the standard
I feel his excitement
               Chit chat chatter

Sum chiks
Jus don no what day got!

Smecking little lilkies,
Silky smooth butts,
A diaper on a puddle,
Sickly and suckle

Take me strongest force from the depth/!
Take my last breathe!

Can't get
What cha Kant have.

I still wante him
Though Is all taken
At least I will dream of him
Covered by my kises

She said he hers
Until she break his heart
Than he wile be opens
For others to get a part!!!

He's taken
I hate it
Doesn't he notice a real lady?
No
Maby
Yet haven't spoken with him yet
I bet hes a fine catch.

To kiss him would be a simple measure
But darling,
That's just who I am.

He likes Spain
For him I haven't met
For one's voice I never have heard
Not even one writing from him
Though can't a princess still dream big?