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took that last cookie, which she demurely declines Alley oop oop My kinda, my kinda, my kinda Alley oop oop My kinda, my kinda rotten girl Alley oop oop
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly her name, a sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy Sick with silence she weeps sincerely Saying word
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
goes, and uncovers your toes, And your sheet slips demurely from under you; Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed Pickles, so terribly sharp is
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
Lady godiva, hair dressed so demurely Pats the head of another curly-haired boy Just another toy Sick with silence she weeps sincerely Saying words
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name A sweet little innocent child
Nothing is uglier than former beauty. It's the curse of the starlet. Sunlight can be a horrible thing. Fate still smiles demurely as the leaves clog
was looking at me After the recital she demurely rose Turning away from me Out upon the deck breathing the salt-spray air Gazing on a troubled sea We
dreaming of that Central Islip field behind the school. Dressed in red, she sat demurely under trees, Green and full of leaves, they blew their pollen down
Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy Sick with silence she weps sincerely saying word
Demurely Down Bad Diaries. I don't mean dead as in deceased, obviously, I just mean like, you're kind of just, ummm...very shocked, very, um, in
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