| ritesofpasage |
Date: Friday, 27/Mar/09, 9:50 AM | Message # 1 |
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She never cooks the breakfast quick out the exits
But bring it home and baby oh what an entrance
Brick house dimensions the factories expensive
Lease to own but no renting
Players sit the benches
Her defenses criscross aggressive
Ever since her breasts got spot in a crosswalk
You could start a blog about how many dogs know her scent
Heaven sent but many gentlemen bent on being the dude
Come out their mouth sideways rude
Choose to follow the rules accused of playing it safe
She's too use to the chase
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
Message edited by ritesofpasage - Friday, 27/Mar/09, 9:51 AM
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