Blurrring, Slurring, Stop me, Begging. If it means i'm in love. Looking up at the stars.. Holding hands undernieth the bar.. Saddle up, tough enough, best of luck, what the fuck, oh, she say roll me over.. feel the satin, i love you in latin... Tell jokes about what just happen. Alone with words in my car. Naked bulb. Gotta cause? Lately i keep falling back on laurals. Plurals, Rymes seem to be more durable... SBirth sign: Sagittarius
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