If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must confess god bless some impure thoughts “show us the money” was the call of the night but no money could have bought even a piece of her pride, there might have been a sea of people I don’t know, because all I could see was how this woman she glowed so
-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you ya look like one incredible creature wanna treat you fine lets dance and grind get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime you’re divine you’re sublime and well you blow my mind
She caterpillar so good that all the greeks go “killa” break and enter take ya like a glass of milk then “spill ya” saw her coming what a scene what I mean is she got that sex coffee beam but she tastes like vanilla well alright she ignite when we hit the floor like the vroom on a V8 super commodore now if it makes a good story well it’s just worthwhile with her’s like dealing stories in that sprinkla style and so
-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you ya look like one incredible creature wanna treat you fine lets dance and grind get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime you’re divine you’re sublime and well you blow my mind Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
