When the shit hits the fan there's nobody like you to make me feel that someone feels my pain and wishes me well. There's nothing better than that, unless it would be a sweet, sexy, handy man in bed with me. Now that would be The Top! Make him a bass player and I could die happy.
Showing posts with label You're the Top. Show all posts
Showing posts with label You're the Top. Show all posts
Monday, April 19, 2010
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