OK.
I
a blond every day. I look across the Elvis floor there. You were your hair
down to your legs and your legs down to the floor
leggy blog.
Now that you were gone, I ever see you head for repair. Wish you knew how
much I loved your legs and your hair.
Thank you
that
like
come back.
I had a B but A
I like,
OK, your leg
like
OK, I will get to be I get it. You'll never get to let you know how much
you think of it. I'll never get to tell you close up on the phone. You
never. Bye.
Hope like a bond. You've got it going on with the See he getting up to
break that down and pass his arm. Goodbye.