Catty cuty
Everyday I stroke my cat on the bed, love that's not bad
Its purr is so pure that it always cure my insecure emotions
Lovin' a jungle pet is humble eternal, not stumble hard so sad
Its innocent eyes won't cause commotions, only pure devotions
Its a consolation for the insinuation of some women's loyalty
Cats can't talk, but they always stroll along my soul and sole
Purring proud purity is the only destiny of eternal sincerity
Yes cats funnily roll and while having a belly empty like a hole, snarling to me without thinking that I'm an asshole
Its purr is so pure that it always cure my insecure emotions
Lovin' a jungle pet is humble eternal, not stumble hard so sad
Its innocent eyes won't cause commotions, only pure devotions
Its a consolation for the insinuation of some women's loyalty
Cats can't talk, but they always stroll along my soul and sole
Purring proud purity is the only destiny of eternal sincerity
Yes cats funnily roll and while having a belly empty like a hole, snarling to me without thinking that I'm an asshole
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 maart 2010 | ||
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