Found you from love.com. First row. Second gallery. Fell in love at first site. Real doll. No batteries. Paid to the owner to get you data. Gotta explore of what you are made of. Sitting in the first class. Second row. With a champagne bottle to go.
How could I’ve known that the photo of you is from 10 years ago. Today you’re ok from distance, from behind. I know that the photo of you is from 10 years ago. Today you’re ok from distance, from behind.
I knock on your door. It’s open you roar. Get inside me you say. Good tricks. You pay. Paid to the owner to get you data. Gotta explore of what you are made of. Bigger ain’t better. Well now I know. Gotta champagne bottle to go.