| shake it like jello and make the boys say hello, pl |
[05 Jun 2010|07:51pm] |
Hot to trot, she's a bit insane. Little bit a pleasure, with a little bit a pain. I got to be smokin'. So, I know without a doubt where there's smoke there's fire. So, I gotta boot it out. Only child with a hang down lip, starve for love and you pay your chip. Little by little, catch enough to me. She's more of a woman than I thought she'd be to me. Hungry girl, she's a city slick sayin' the one, on a losin' stick. She's on fire.
She chop my head
on a guillotine.
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