Prude, yes, that's you, my girl
so fun to tease, blushing at nothing
always being very moral, almost a fanatic
Hell is not far from you in thougt and prophecies
most are condemned to the flames, but not you
because everybody else is at fault
sinners in your book, future playthings for Satan
Sorry, my dear, but you make me laugh
your baby-red-rosey cheeks give you away
you can't deny the proof of "sins" in thoughts
why blush if your imagination is pruderish blank?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-12 05:44:47
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