| Yan |
A poem.
She's not shy about it,
so everyone can see,
but what's really disturbing,
is that she's been with 10 times more people than me.
A decision must be made,
about just what I should do,
do I sleep with this girl,
or find someone new?
One tequila, two tequila, three tequilla, more...
Meh, I'm already wasted, might as well sleep with the whore. |
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