IS YOUR MAN AGAIN IN HOSPITAL, OR IN OTHER SAD INSTITUTION, OR HAVING FUN, ARE YOU SO MUCH IN CONTROL, THAT THERE IS NO OTHER FACES, OF FROM, WHICH YOU ARE DEPENDED ON.
SOUTHER BOYS ARE SOLID AND SMOOTH, THEY MAKE TRICKS, YOU SEE ON THEIR GOOD MOOD, THEY ARE KEEN ON FAMILIES, THEY SEND TIME WITH WIFES, THEIR LONELYNESS TO EASE.
IS THERE SOMEONE TO GUIDE YOU, DO YOU WANT THE LOVE, OF WHICH YOU ARE DEPENDED ON. DOES IT KEEP YOU DEEP SATISFACTION, DOES IT LEAVE YOU BLUE OR A BIG QUESTION?
YOU SAY, I AM YOUR SUCKERLIPS, COME MY BABY, LETS GO TO BAKE IS.
I JUST NEED TO FIND MY MAKE-UP, SO I LOOK GOOD, NOT JUST TO FAVE IT ALL UP, YOU JUST GO HARD, SO YOU DEFENATELY FEEL LOVE. YOU JUST NEED TO FIND HOLE TO MY SOUL, OR KEY TO MY DOOR, TO SEE DOES IT FIT OR NOT.
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