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WOMEN!!(tut) You give them the world, they want the stars, sod the eiffel tower, take me to Mars, I want bling gifts an fast, flashy cars, while I lounge all day on my ****! I like Cartier, Dior and Chanel, I want to wash with a gold leaf flannel, I'm portrayed as every mans dream, though I'm just a useless marketing machine, at the side of my head is a panel, in my back pocket's the owners manual. It's not fair, the press, how they hound me, even though I was nowt til they found me, my big shiny boobs, up on page3, im suing them, even though they made me! Baby, you're wonderful, it's you I adore, wont you entertain me, I want more,more more! I need all this stuff, real life's such a bore.... Hey dumb bimbo...let me show you the door!! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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