Wednesday, May 18, 2011
bitch, i'm the bomb - like tick. tick.
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't give her loving on the phone
You can't make her stay her ass at home
You can't tell her nothing she don't know
She'll chop down every living thing you grow
But you can't take her with you when you go
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