Exchanging Frosties Should Be CommonPlace in Realtionships, or simply
Lemons.
The song I heard was Mexican Radio Punchout
My dreams are Techni-color hues.
Put your love in my hands coward.
caress my ego.
Hips, Thighs, Lips, Waste.
Gyros
i couldnt think of enough corny words
to describe how i feel.
i brainstormed and i tried, i tried to make scenes
oh, i love when it rains it makes me think so much of why i like you
yadda yadda yadda
i dont know, I really dont.
but if i could compare on an honest estimate
without sounding too overtly corny
whilst trying to express a true sentiment
but the only way i can is with a food analogy
if i had a girl like you in my life
id never need ovaltine,
YOU GOT SERVED.
Hartford, CT.
What was it about that night?
That made you decide that you want him in you?
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