A sick Line
13/01/2014
Hey Baby, you’re like a winter fever, cause you’ve got me all hot under the collar.
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Hey Baby, you’re like a winter fever, cause you’ve got me all hot under the collar.
Hey Baby, when i see you I just want to mwah haha. That’s a kiss and a laugh.
Hey Baby, if our lack of reciprocated love was like a sore throat, you’d be the nyquil to my dayquil.
Hey Baby, you must be a telephone line, cause in our function I’m the operator.
Hey Baby, if you were the core of the earth, I’d be in lava with you.
Baby, if you were the sun to rise on our tomorrow, consider me the moon that exists tonight.
Baby, we’d make a great SN1 reaction. Cause you enjoy giving me some steric hindrance.
Baby, you must the be moon. Cause you’re the biggest satellite in my world.
Doctaji 