Write me at the reception. With you broke the skin directly alive.
You stood and silent, the world fell, took off. Collect the suitcase and home.
Again, two wrapped the fog, waited for a light breeze? Sorry, hurricane.
Dream Maldives, Rom from Dominican, with you from afar, I am on the exit, for now.
The drums are fighting about the floor, fleet flew, sorry.
Smash the TV, defeat. Life - Cardboard is torn.
I left the door quickly close. You will dream of peace.
Will you rain the prince? Joke. Your tears pour the river.
I'm a row row. I'll miss you?
By this dura patient? Sorry, you know, but no.
Without you and so fun: clubs Tus, scars nails,
Bars, racks, shmars, bed. Together again? Do not mind it.
And .. Our fire will quickly go out.
How it is not clear to you.
Life with you is not a holiday
After all, all she is like execution.
Let me go home, you shouty come on, causing cops, ha ..
Wow .. Do you think this joke? Collipating yourself, woman without brains, trash.
I have one ticket, you will not take you with you, even in baggage, sorry ..
This one-time ticket, all come on Vali, there are no more here ..
Again grabbed the knife? Do not scare, what are hell?
Open the veins? - Forward! Maybe you, bitch, help?
For me, you are just comfort. For me, you are a drawer of worries.
I love to look so cute as you boast your mouth.
Maybe I see how you do in a dream?
Do you get hard sex and this bed?
Do you start rudeness, passion, rudeness, swearing?
The arms will consolidate the union of two fucked ...