tell me at least six things you may or may
She buried herself in the air
Where? Up there.
She scurried up
I brought you back some chocolates
But they weren't made of
I spoke to all my molecules and
They were divided
On if
Moon, moon
Someone said that you're a
Piece of paper
A piece of
So uh
You've got creamy kinda eyes
Pantry lips and party thighs
Let's
Dear Mom,
Here I am in San Diego
This is what it's