For Phil so loved your World
That he gave his only begotten heart
Trusting that you would raise it as your own
In the orphanage of your breast
And give it wider birth than he ever could in his own
And if perchance you would accommodate Phil
And permit him visitation rights on weekends
That he might venture to lean his head on the orphanage
To hear how the little rascal's doing
Phil would much appreciate it
And thank you kindly
Your words trouble me. They gross me out in fact if I could be so bold. Ewwwww
Just like my husband, you say so much
And nothing atall...
Sorry.
I am very drawn to read what you write
And go away wondering why...
That's the truth.
Your words trouble me. They gross me out in fact if I could be so bold. Ewwwww
Just like my husband, you say so much
And nothing atall...
Sorry.
I am very drawn to read what you write
And go away wondering why...
That's the truth.
Your words trouble me. They gross me out in fact if I could be so bold. Ewwwww
Just like my husband, you say so much
And nothing atall...
Sorry.
I am very drawn to read what you write
And go away wondering why...
That's the truth.
Your words trouble me. They gross me out in fact if I could be so bold. Ewwwww
Just like my husband, you say so much
And nothing atall...
Sorry.
I am very drawn to read what you write
And go away wondering why...
That's the truth.
