it rings and awakens me out of my stupor. oh, it's you. if my clock stands correct, it's 3:22, A.M., make it quick, i was dreaming of you. this could possibly wait, til the sun and i wake, and i've washed off the drool, and downed coffee and cake. when i've sat down with the news, and had a real long shit too, make it quick i was dreaming of you. this phone is no toy, my minutes are limited, do you have any idea what's the cost. i stubbed my toe getting out the bed, and while scratching my head, i'm in the dark, looking for dental floss. if you were anyone else, i'd have cursed and boo hooed, i'd have slammed down my nokia too. it's 3:22, what the fuck's wrong with you. make it quick, so i can get back to my wet dream of you.Birth sign: Virgo
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