I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired,
it's family beaches that I desire.
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks.
They frightened the babies and you know
they've got two flashing eyes and
if they are color blind, they make me feel,
that I'm only all I see sometimes.
quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2009
prostituição.
Estou entrando no bate papo da uol, vou tentar algumacoisa.
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Vai lá, vc consegue ;D
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