Post by kesco on Sept 21, 2015 16:47:24 GMT -8
Relax as i play a play with 200,000 strings. Touch a chord that makes you sing high notes as my fingers play classical vibes the mariachi between your thighs. Sweet music gives rise to my jimmy hendrix. As i strum a solo with my tounge. We become one as i twist nobs to bring notes into tune. Clean strings dripping wet from my set, resisting the urge to smash against the speaker box like zepplin or rather create a ballad for my queen. She was a sex pistol was like guns and roses and i knew i was wanted dead or alive. This cowboy steal horse ride into her bohemian rapsody, for i was just like a little boy and nobody liked me. Until she was fresh like run dmc. Told me to walk this way. So i played on her heart strings a song. she was out of aerosmith and didnt want to fall asleep because she was still fighting, her evanesense cried out to my immortal soul as she screamed bring me back to life. I linkin parked my tounge until she became numb. Wanted to be more like her and less like me, she demanded an encore so we set sail above an awall nation and i showed her exactly how the angels fly.....
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