Lizzie

I'm sin done in water You might be over hill. He's somebody's daughter As far as Liz well knows. Send me a black one Other than a big sun Open with a castrate A mystery mind. He sits her with father We seem so in a two. Open up a C.A.T. scan White leather free land Wishy little be scar Half-made mind. Elvis had a daughter Not half-boned siksura. Heavy Betty big bone Little kitty fig bomb I'm no feet less Give me one. Eat more with your collar Calling m-m-m-me in May. Time is a big one Only have to free us all Misery to hope laid Have them with the bong hit Exit measured one seive And I'm break and kickin Gary Wringin' with the clothes bend I hang my bong.