I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, In my aching head, I got my kisses slit. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said, I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
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Show all commentsIn my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Awsome!!!
It's a barbecue type sauce.. But tastes awesome with tortilla chips.
Don't get me wrong, I'd bang you and that half a tit until you blacked out but I gotta know...
Nope, try Meredith Byrd from NJ...