Fancy looking girls step out into the night, safe in the knowledge that they send me up the wall, in their heels six foot tall. I want them all short skirts and low tops, i pray one out pops. i pray one pops out just for me, cause i would be in ecstacy, drunk on sight if i wasnt already, heady, in a testosterone spin for women Their curves and nerves respond to my toutch, lets be like rabbits in a hutch, much, just much more, but im poor and they like their money. bees dont make honey, money makes honey, and they're sweet for others and not for me, for me just the sting of the bee. See i look but i dont toutch, not much at least, but still im a beast, waiting to feast.Birth sign: Capricorn
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