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[31 Jul 2003|04:17pm] |
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mood |
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 horny |
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music |
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Me singing to myself |
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*Climbs out of the shower, grabs a towel, drying off a little bit before wrapping it around his waist. Walks down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Searches through his drawers,finds some boxers slips them on*
Even though we live together I think I need to see my husband and wife more often *laughs softly* As if that's possible. But with the way I feel right now, and the song I've got stuck in my head, this is important *smirks then starts to sing quietly*
Looking good plenty time
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Pretty thick like I like it
Tell me
is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Got on my ride seen you from a far
And I couldn't stop myself from looking hard
You wore these jeans
You wore
these jeans and you
Made a thug wanna cry something terrible
I had to have, have you for myself baby
You don't know
what those jeans do to me
Make me wanna get down on one knee
You got that thunder
And it only makes me wonder how it
feels
To get up in those jeans
Oh those jeans
Okay..now I seriously have to go find Dan or America, or both of them *laughs, then goes out the door and down the hall calling for them*
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