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Whats Her Face I Think I Have A Chance With This Guy

I think I have a chance with this guy I think I have a chance with this guy I think I have a chance with this guy Guy (guy) guy (guy) I think I have a

what you wish for I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a

in her pants Walked behind her whispering love songs She started smiling so I handed her this bathing suit And told her try it replied, while with these light brown eyes I

a drink, sport a link, recall the mink Hoe figure she was pretty and think maybe I ought to wink And she takes a glance, party'a boomin' so maybe I got a chance This

the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come what may For a chance at loving you, I

he took off in a dead run I remember him running but I didn?t know what for And I remember asking mommy, ?Mommy, why is Daddy running?? I remember her

they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram I ain

is like a book and it's written across her face And the anger in her voice when she's letting the demons speak In a fit with herself after words of her

I'm a killa, i'm a devil, i'm a punk, i'm a traitor My momma hate my guts but I could never ever hate her And this bitch I used to fuck say my dick to