recipe of fiction I stew in my own juice In another kitchen You think I'm a lame duck I don't give a blue luck I don't give two hoots You're too big
Preklad: Magazín. Milujem ťa Ty, veľký figuríny.
fuck gone, Murs, why you gotta hate? Hate nor love got shit to do with this You better run for the fives come through this bitch You know you got to strikes, you
I'm a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each
" (Murs why you gotta hate) "Hate nor love got shit to do with this You better run for the fives come through this bitch You know you got to strikes, you
