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good gal

Black pants ever white, your moody heart.
Greeting, I am on my slippery mouth.
Dreaming along anyone can know.
Feel you're innocent.
Blues on boss my knees for him.
You do what you want when you are needing to 
fine call? So honest.


So you're nice guy.
Life it unreally enough mine.
First can get worse sigh.
Rest ordinary so gapped sign.
You are this good type.
Take your dad mad fight.
Fake my boyfriend as patzy line.
I'm that good gal.


I'm good gal.


I fight a bit when you shake control.
Even if you fall in that you want. 
Call me, I'll get you take your hole.
I'll be your manual.
My dadday thinks that king along to me.
If he speaks all the vivid
he'll be kitty the ladies fall.


So you are a puff gal
Bite it really fluffy gal.


(Nov. 22nd. 2020)
Parody to Billie Eilish bad guy