Baby I hope you're listnin, and gettin ready for your fistin.
I just did 100 pull ups, to rub my callused hands all over your d cups
My sleep number is 8, I always ejaculate hella late
My fate is that of bait, to sit and stir, and get hit by hate
Babe I hope you won't be irate, when I leave you on the corner by the McDonalds and run off with your sister:
Kate