My knight in shining armour Which is made out of Tin foil Riding, not, a white stead Instead as ass To call his very own. Brave When danger's in the distance And saving me When a finer piece of ass Is no where else to be had. Yes, my knight You surely do suit me.Birth sign: Gemini
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