You are not yours, and everything is mine, I want all of your material possessions, I want every last dime, I'll let you peek into my panties, just a peek into my mind, sweet daddy, you think I am yours, but everything is mine. We'll watch Love Jones, and drink plenty of wine. I'll reduce you after I seduce you, and take every last dime, you think you are yours, but everything is mine. I'll take your possessions, I know you don't need them, God must have wanted you in the wild, "let there be food there to feed him", I will reign supreme, as I aggressively advance, I want everything you got, except the snake in your pants.Birth sign: Libra
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