I love it when you touch,
I feel back but it isn't much
all these feelings aren't such,
ab crunch sync baby lets catch lunch
bitch did you really give me clamydia and think I'd have no hunch?
we're over like craft dinner we're over after this hump, hands off the nuts,
but like an easy e song im onto the next one,
like i do this to be happy not to use people or have fun,
late night break up sex
just another night with my ex
on the television station watchin is a pill I can't swallow a rut
your a slut and a clutz got me sick back to masturbation i'll spill guts
bad dream, but nats a queen
smithereens sweet sixteen
vaccine routine intervene post-crime scenes
jean machine wash between beans by any means until like Charlie Sheen
That was my attempting to writing to this, sommat.