Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you haven�t pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to me when you haven�t pulled the boot of the past out of your mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine. Your conviction is merely iconographic. I�m so sick of hearing you whine shut up.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.