1st Impression
What was your first impression?
When you met me
Tell me, I won’t be stressed
Cuss you can tell me
Am I very nice?
Did you like me?
Please, don’t lie
Did you heart became one with mine
Or was it again another lie
I know, I am not the perfect picture
But is it true what they tell?
Are you one of the “Bitches”?
That got a price card on her body
With written on “my body 4 sell”
So don’t try 2 talk 2 me
Cuss you ain’t getting any attention
You’re a Bitch
That is my first impression
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Zondag, juli 04, 2004 12:54 |
| Ik zou t niet weten, betaal mn eigen shit.. maar een bitch, jazeker... RRRROAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. En nu opdonderen met je slappe gezeik =;)}}) | |
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| Auteur: Ripper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2004 | ||
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