I'm sure. Allow me. Please. Get help. Only in your note. Only listen. Where are you going. Oh, the song would. Whose mousse. Sell our little home. That's what I'm saying.
First, He's inched her latch down. Anxious, Her hand begs, And now my distraction. Distraction. I will learn, To focus on. Oh, you hoo hoo..., Cause you won't.