He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
The grid looks like a grid, drops have frozen on it, water has filled part of the honeycomb
Turquoise background and daisies, we'll tell fortunes on likes does not like
What would the constellation ab o look like if it existed in the starry sky
When it's day on one half of the Earth, it's night on the other
Charlotte springer shows her tits, they are like melons