Wednesday, May 5, 2010

she's got no taste, hand on his waist

MKO, why are you so perfect and have everything that I wish I could have? Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a fucking billionaire who has the best taste in well, everything. Fuzzy jackets and leather pants are so hot.

Go away now, let me go,
Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?
Go away now I've made myself clear,
Nah it's not gonna happen,
Not in a a million years.

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