Littles

The Littles in their cute mobiles 

 
all talk a little bit and play
they chat and pass the day away
 
but deep inside they can not hide
they often have a lot to say
their lives, their jobs
their sometimes baby bobs
 
the way that age can go away
the regulars and all the newbs
decide what is their life to choose
 
but come back for the translation:
 
Small boobs in their cute mobile phones
 
They all speak little and play
They chat and give the day
 
But in depth they can not hide
Often they have a lot to tell
Their lives and jobs
Sometimes their baby pop
 
The way this tooth can disappear
Regulars and all newbs
Decide what their lives are to choose
 
Another:
 
Comfortable, small wipes on mobile phones
 
They all talk and play
They will pass the day and pass the day.
 
But they can not hide in the cliffs
They usually talk a lot
Their life and work
Sometimes male babies come out.
 
This tooth may be lost
Standard and all new ones
Decide what you want to live!

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