She's got eyes that cut you like a knife
and lips that taste like sweet red wine
And pretty legs, go to heaven every time
She's got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
Got a devastating smile, knock a grown man to his knees
She's got whatever it is
-Z.B.B.
that's what she said:
i live for sunday fundays. i am boycrazy. i have a major crush on my album collection. i enjoy dining, especially when mixed with wining. i'm the proud owner of wilma, a shih-tzu with major sass and a major underbite. i am actively seeking groovy situations and splendid combinations.
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