Tale not to talk about during dinner
Prazer, meu nome é Luiza. Eu ajudo minha mãe a colocar a mesa do jantar e como garotos na escada do prédio. Meu esmalte está descascando, tenho 120 páginas de um livro idiota para ler, 40 páginas de um trabalho cretino para escrever e tive 7 orgasmos noite passada. Das 24 horas do dia, pelo menos 25 horas eu fico fora do ar, da terra, da via Láctea. A culpa não é minha, é dele. A Inquisição o deveria condenar por feitiçaria, mas eu ainda estaria sobre o seu encanto.

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Estou na contagem regressiva. Para tudo, cansada de tudo. Não estou ignorando nada, estou fugindo. You can run but you cannot hide.

Luby FOREVER!

you know your smile woman / you treat me so darn darn fine / you give me such an appetite / and I need your loving every night / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / baby when you kiss my lips / makes me want to go head over heels for you / when you whisper in my ear / what I say is how I feel for you yeah / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / since I was sweet 16 / I wanted you to make you my queen / then until the day you were / you're the loving girl that's taking my hand / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / now I'm glad I'm older man / see things are riding to plan / and baby if you promise me / we can build our world together / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / your love gets sweeter every day / walking so sweetly when you walk when you talk / when you dance with me girl / walking so sweetly when you walk when you talk / when you dance with me girl