I'm the first to admit it. Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe. I feel like a thief who has no faith. Maybe more than by the grade. Of the drugs you took that day. Sinking in the pain he's
her name was strawberry. Up her pussy she pushed in a whole bottle of Mo. Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe. Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
