Luyện nghe bài hát Screwing You On The Beach At Night

Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like
this thong I found and bedazzled with gems
brushes ever so against some boobs.

I guess it's hard to believe one man
could have a ponytail sensitive and
distract an aggressive that's cornered you.

I know my haiku's are freaking
but even the words I made up to French
don't my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would up for our pottery class
dressed like a pirate with John Water's
On a that shits your name in stars.

Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the type.
Loitering on cliffs, thinking stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night.

One milkshake, two straws.

Fuckings cool, but the romantic type.
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about like,
Screwing you on the at night. [x2]

I (Don't I)
so (Sound so)
(Sexy)
(Echo.)[x2]

the doves!