October 2010
3 posts
britneysblog:
mozzza:
There isn’t much of me left. Just 2 cold lips to kiss and a dick to ride. And I’ve got these three words that I’ve kept only for you. You wouldn’t even care to believe it if I said them. They got lame these days, like a gum, chewed in every mouth. Lost it’s meaning like every other good thing else.
Sex is what sells these days. Put a barcode on my forehead. Give me a...