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What does Molly see in this worthless fellow? Nick uses bleaching cream on his ugly face. He neither combs nor cuts his shaggy hair. And he wears earrings like a woman.
The wonderful memories of you are still on my mind. And I would rather not forget the good times. I remember the stroll with you along the quiet avenue, The warm night you kissed me in the moonlight,
I AM YOUR TERRORIST OF LOVE. I will crawl through Your brain, course through Your veins, infect Your soul then inject Your heart with My Unconditional LOVE.
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin Readying to rupture out at any which moment
Every touch, every caress A searing pleasure shoots below my breast Temperature rises about 3 degrees Unleashing a lioness, I'm finally free Down the hatchet, electricity flowed
I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
Take Me His eyes gazed deeply into my soul Igniting a fire I did not know could exist He whispered my name Sending chills through my body
I remember my mom bought this old dusty book for fifty cents at a yard-sale; Now, the title of this book was 100 Classic Fairytales. So, if I ever got restless and my mom just wanted peace,
You take more than just rings All the pearls and shiny things It will never end It will never ever end You meet your victim at a bar
As the fiesta comes to end, I see you sitting down Neither on the couch nor bed; but rather on the cold, hard ground.
Never could I expect the unimaginable outcome of that day You see, on that very day You took a journey through my eyes And gazed on back to the inner side of my thighs Just kidding