play all day,. wet dream, fry your brain all day, all day. I think you lost your morals, girl,. but it's ok, cause you don't need 'em while we going in that two floor loft in the middle of the city after
Some say the world gets smaller. The more that you know. Hearts grow bitter. The older we grow. We're all just dust in the wind. We can't comprehend. The ways of this world. Of this I'm sure. I'm