I don't know how to love him. I'll sing to him, each spring to him/ and worship the trousers that cling to him. I can't live without him. Hug him in the morning, kiss him in the night/ Give him plenty lovin', treat him right. I'll love him right or wrong. Won't you tell him please to put on some speed?
MElissa
Melissa McCarthy
Hours: whimsical or by appointment
****>>>Adult, maybe; grown-up, never!<<<****
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