born a size D

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why was it me to be a size D
while all was with it to be a C.
being a D was boring as FUCK,
thats where the C's had all the luck.

giving so much pleasure to those horney twats,
there humming away like mega watts.
i'm powering a flashlight whoop d doo,
why can't I be the one to screw?

my brother the C was much the snob,
always bragging of his sensual job.
he was so proud of his daily lay,
while all i did was light the way.

never to pleasure a juicy cunt,
i spend my nights on the hunt.
seems smaller is better my bad luck,
never to know what its like to fuck

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tazz317tazz317over 12 years ago
A PERSONALITY CHANGE IS IN ORDER

and highly recommended, TK U MLJ LV NV

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