Il whisky sul vostro alito ha potuto rendere un piccolo ragazzo dizzy; Ma ho appeso sopra come la morte: Tale waltzing non era facile.
Romped fino a che le vaschette non facessero scorrere dalla mensola della cucina; Countenance della mia madre non potrebbe unfrown in se.
La mano che ha tenuto il mio polso carattere su un'articolazione; Ad ogni punto che sig.na il mio orecchio di destra ha raschiato un inarcamento.
Avete battuto il tempo sulla mia testa con una palma raggrumata duro da sporcizia, allora waltzed me fuori alla base ancora che aderisce alla vostra camicia.
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