does somebody feel me that?am i typing for my life?the race is on,congenial behaviour slept with.papa pizza hut wont beg me back,i got rent control,so much for the old folder.do we dear ourselves to a trenches war just to feed us?can anybody eat us?do they need us or are we there?do stars care?can J-LO turn into a human?is it worth it to prove it?do you love me?come on and hug me,do not be empty.take a chance on an unknown kid and rub me.you gotta love it.the story starts when i go off alot and even empty people call me.the bells machine and whistle didnt fickle miss bush,only the cushion of her ample ass.what a glass to toast.what a pig to roast.second vote in florida netted you how much,miss barbara?your nary a star till they are,and they knew you.empty prove you.i can rant and slam but jam i cant.we want wham to do a damn tour and they wont no more.we gore out a thought about bought stores,you wanna talk about bought stores?we talk about bought stores and effervecient people like they dont exist,maybe they dont.give me a kiss kitty and tell the democratic party they're pretty.love any out there.with care.handle him with care.to-wit isnt fair.so be it,till there is no democratic party.love you.