Desiree, Desiree You have become my prey I will hunt you down from town to town Just arrived in New York Landing like a stork I'll come swooping down wearing a hungry frown I'm a bitch (THE QUEEN) Hunting for you (only nineteen) Gonna end all your woes With my piercing blows We meet face to face toe to toe I extend a hand No Hard Feelings
Reason for writing:
I was not offended by your comment. Good luck on the birth of your first baby.
Birth sign: Pisces
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