My Lover S Got Humor She S The Giggle At A Funeral
The commander of death has a favorite boy she likes to play with.
My lover s got humor she s the giggle at a funeral. My church offers no absolution she tells me worship in the bedroom. If the heavens ever did speak. She s the giggle at a funeral. My lover s got humour.
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