Shadows start to fall
Perfect TEN
This is a warning, you wicked man. PERFECT 10 by the Beautiful South. Lyrics. Tolle lege: She's a perfect ten But she wears a 12 Baby, keep a little two for me She could be sweet 16 Bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat eight You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor four There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large (that's me) well I'm in charge (uh-huh) I can work this thing on top And if he's XXL, well what the hell (uh-huh) Every penny don't fit the slot And the anorexic chicks that model six They don't hold no weight with me Well eight or nine, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love in different sizes I love her body, especially ...
Comments
Post a Comment