Let's go, ah. The ones we love. The ones we've lost. There's some we frame. And there's the ones we crop. . When all my favorite ones were trimmed by my ugly dog.
Blah, yeah, simple. Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples. I've done deja-vu with the dimples. And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single. My mom 44 years with no wrinkles.
Blah, yeah, simple. Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples. I've done deja-vu with the dimples. And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single. My mom 44 years with no wrinkles.