You're sticking to my finger. You smell like used before. Your skin to me tastes rotten. Let me lick a little more. . First time we walked the junkyard.
Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears?. . My heart is strained with bloodness. Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready,. dance with me, George!. Check the scene outside of Medellin..
We can't agree on a single thing,. i dont know why.. We almost killed each other on the inside.. I managed to be a jerk anyway,. it doesn't have to be this way.