I’m a creep, I’m a wairdo …
An old short cut with scissors one day of great folly of Levi’s, a small blast Stradivarius found!
My little shoes inherited from my grandmother
tousled hair like that, this morning I got up but I am not hair!
It’s a little case!
Finally always in this very summer, or I want to make me burst the ears with a good old rock sound, sitting in the grass … lie in close!
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