Would you kindly note my inside-leg?
and the more i will not say.
Would you kindly note my inside-leg?
and the more i will not say.
All the lazy dykes
You're losing all of your friends.
so you think you should?
This you surely knew.
I didn't mind.
One child shot - but so what?
i will be at the bar...
Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze, frantic for Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
I have been thinking - with what? - with my final brain cell
nothing appears to be between the ears....
It's just more lock-jawed pop stars, thicker than pig-shit, nothing to convey...
You ask me what will I be when I grow up to be a man -- me? NOTHING!
You ask me what will I be when I grow up to be a man -- me? NOTHING!
But sometimes I feel more fulfilled making Christmas cards for the mentally ill.
In the conjugal bed.