Well, what's there? |
I have money... I have money!
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I see you without compromise, lady? |
Inside the S-class
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Your proud taut ass - it is registered there.
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A queen in a hot dress is paid everywhere.
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And gentlemen without change tryat, spend without "b".
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Blinds so from the stones-gifts of the eyes!
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Very bright! |
Brings to the house forever foreign car at night.
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But if life is a book, then here, for an encore, one chapter -
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At the helm, a head working up and down ...
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So sweet... The groom could be your father!
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This is, like, your epilogue, because you are working with the end!
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Reveal the secret, girl! |
What is it like to lose your soul?
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What is it like to kill everything in yourself?
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You fell from the side of prominent uncles and on yourself,
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On green, in mini and bold panties, barely covered there.
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The topic is beaten ... He died a long time ago there and shame.
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The lady is healthy, but not those cutlets are full.
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Hey Basta, brother! |
Why are they like this
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When there is to sit down in the "Don Plaza" maza.
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They pull the graze immediately if there is a clean click of their haza,
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VIP ... then you can put them on mattresses.
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Exchanged pussy for stones, for cash. |
A drop of wine on the belly
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Know where the guys with the crowbars in their pants are.
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One proved to herself that it is possible, the second too.
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Marafet in the morning, skin tans.
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A girl of about twenty grabbed these banknotes.
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Here they are - thousands in return for the priests of a young, the same chest.
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Grabbed and forgot ... Fluttered out of the winepress,
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She ran away from the question: "Because of the filo?"
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And the new evening will give comfort, special for you,
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Fresh muddied in the form of a yacht, her adjoining cabins,
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After all, today no one will "piston",
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But for the sake of heating, we will groan, puff!
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Yes, bitch?!
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I notice being glad where the cash is coming down.
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And there is already a marriage behind him, and not a guy there ...
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That body was donated to overweight magnates ...
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Bolder in the cruiser, poddataya schmarin!
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I notice being glad where the cash is coming down.
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And behind the shoulders is already a braga, not a guy there ...
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That body was donated to overweight magnates ...
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Bolder in the cruiser, poddataya schmarin!
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Young and in juice! |
Damn I can't!
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But they grab you and pack you in a cart, roll you and **ut!
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It's all quiet clear, hat - and in the room
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Not out of love, he pawed dirty.
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But the "hole" is in the air!
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Don't talk to me about the new time and stereotypes...
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Erase from the womb on the left * perma first, bitch! |
Thank you.
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You gave yourself away, and immediately, once.
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"A piece of meat" now live in love, but wait!
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You rotten shit, lady!
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Drain mouth is filthy! |
Who are you fucking with so zealously?!
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Who are you pissed off there now, huh?
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Yes, and it's no better...
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'Cause we're one of those old cretins
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Who are looking for you there, honor and soul yet.
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Don't pour it into my ears, hare.
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I will not eat songs, listen to flattery. |
Come on?
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From now on and forever you are a stranger, suitable
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For words - a holey plague, a toy of men!
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The lady grew up early. |
Grew up early.
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The lady grew up early. |
Grew up early.
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The lady grew up early. |
Grew up early.
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The lady grew up early. |
Grew up early. |