fireworks 2night
Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us. I spoke to them just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore.
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go. And you can see them dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo. Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for telling fortunes better than they do. This boardwalk life for me is through. You know you ought to quit this scene too
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go. And you can see them dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo. Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for telling fortunes better than they do. This boardwalk life for me is through. You know you ought to quit this scene too
Just love me 2night baby, and i will love you 4ever.
posted by Corto Maltese at 7:28 PM
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Ti einai afto re mousia?
Ziggy it's the boss.
thespian these badlands were not made for us.
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