somewhere in the night
somewhere in the night
two people fighting
it will not be a war, nono
it's really not a thing
wether they should make love or not
call them whatever you like
their faces are unknown
except everyone knows them
they both like lays with lots of dipsauce
but her skirt kept ride up and he missed his bear
so he gave her his pants and he could held her hand
they're screaming and yelling, he calles her names
but she closes her eyes
what a wise thing to do
'Honey, we can make love tonight, and tommorowmorning too'
two people fighting
it will not be a war, nono
it's really not a thing
wether they should make love or not
call them whatever you like
their faces are unknown
except everyone knows them
they both like lays with lots of dipsauce
but her skirt kept ride up and he missed his bear
so he gave her his pants and he could held her hand
they're screaming and yelling, he calles her names
but she closes her eyes
what a wise thing to do
'Honey, we can make love tonight, and tommorowmorning too'
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| Auteur: Dune* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 januari 2009 | ||
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