Hmmmmmmm

Kissing is a habit Playing is a game Guys get all the pleasure Girls get all the pain The guy says i love you You belive its true but when your tummy starts to swell, he says 'to hell with you' 10 minutes of pleasure 9 months in pain 3 days in hospital a baby without a name the baby is a bastard the mother is a whore this never wouldn't have happened if the rubber wouldn't have torn.

no matter where you go.......

there you are.

 

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