i'm a slave 4 u
hit me bitch, one more time
i'm a slave 4 u
hit me bitch
with your lashes
batting three-thirty-three
i'm trying to learn
while i'm buried in snow
that's what we call, the learning blanket
i'm trying to be the ice-man
dunno if the game's worth the candle
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4 comments:
so. salty is so beneath u that u just could not post it there? why am i here?
jackass
huh?
GOOD GRIEF. WHERE DO YOU PICK UP THESE BUMS?!
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