There is a one Mr. Michael Bettis Not the bus but there is another. He is so hot and eats the lettuce. There is no one like him; none other. I love him to death becuase he's naughty, And he is so great he treats me lke a queen. He makes me feel sometimes real haughty, But i'll never mistake him for a jelly bean. He often speaks to me in class. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear. He fondles my breast and pinches my ass. Sometimes I wish he was always near. He talks about how I used to buff the wang. I did one time and it was quite small. But it had a certain tang That made it seem somewhat tall. This is Tammy's story of truth. About a man named Mike a stud from my youth.
Reason for writing:
Shania Twain is the man!!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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