Thursday, July 20, 2006

Martita, Lee y Stinky.

Es que a Lee no le gustan los niños. Pero a Lee sí.

Hoy juerguezuela.

Mañana algo más.

Ya contaré.

It's a good good day today!

Ciao!


You say you've got to go home
'cos he's
sitting on his own again this evening.
And I know
you're gonna let him bore your pants off again.
Oh
God, it's half past eight
you'll be late. Oh and
you say you're not sure
though it makes good sense for
you to live together.
Still you bought a toy to reach the
places he never goes
and now it's getting late./He's so straight.
Do you remember the first time?/I can't remember a worse time
but you know that
we've changed so much since then,
oh yeah, we've
grown.
Now I don't care what you're doing,/no I don't care if you screw him
just as long as you
save a piece for me,
oh yeah now,
You say you've
got to go home.
Well at least there's someone there
that you can talk to
and you'll never have to face up
to a night on your own.
Jesus, it must be great to be
straight.
Do you remember the first time?

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