I saw you weeping beneath the willow tree:
tight ass, shriveled balls, coward in the corner, your a crybaby but daddys favourite toy don't you remember? go ahead, sip on another martini with the fuzzy dice hanging from the windshield blades. oh you, your so angelic with your ways. with the seat down & on it you wanted it all, but could anyone hear your sighs? & now you weep beneath the willow, dressed in womans clothes with a sense of urge for secrecy.
we're not fooled. and for the sasssy asquash who mad you mums pudding this ones to you
and for the one