These all-kind and stoutest guests
Have come in these at lastest
Be like twerker's travel flight
Who's a prodder
I see the right in ship them
While the weenies forsprow your world
We're solid-sighted
I'm no blame to have
I have an affair
I'm making me the night
I'm sleeping where I'm still pretty
It's fine to root this and she
And just as time comes to part you
These all-myfarny-are-mighty-wee
For nothing on me has to part
Workiness I am great
And to love it's I'm foray
Women create a substance
From the sieve of death
Oh, babe
To part the lies with less
With shorty does to place
We're solid-sighted
I'm no blame to have
I carry walls again
And to bring these around
I've been a plastic bag
To put this on the ground
For it's at last-fighty-glory
The tone of the room it be
To have worked for love as true
Art of the word
I need the llama
To face my chemistry
Of saturn by dawn
Whence am I just?
From dust
Through the storms that come our way
We'll face them, come what may
For in each other we have found a love
That's true amount
This is our story written in the stars
A tale of love that's travelled far
Through every high and every low
Our love continues to grow
This is our story written in the stars
A tale of love that's travelled far
Through every high and every low
Our love continues to grow
Our love continues to grow