Cross my heart and hope to i'm lying just to keep you here. so reckless, so thoughtless and I could care less. so paint your face up something elegant, and this time maybe a darker shade of red cause a long night means a fist fight against your pillow and my pearly whites. i want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees.Well, tonight won't make a difference.
il pleut a siot, mon oreiller m'appelle. Est-ce qu'il pleut aussi, dans l'état jardin?
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