walking down the street
with you my beloved.
pushing myself for an approach shot
and not to foozle anymore,
gripping my guts to tell you
one more time,
getting ready to defend myself
for worthiness to be of you,
I let you to take me off my mission
and utter things to myself.
walking down the street
to have the cane juice.
with you my beloved.
pushing myself for an approach shot
and not to foozle anymore,
gripping my guts to tell you
one more time,
getting ready to defend myself
for worthiness to be of you,
I let you to take me off my mission
and utter things to myself.
walking down the street
to have the cane juice.
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hmmm... ... ...
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