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by Ronni   Jun 17, 2005


Kissing is a habit,
Fu***ng is a game.
Boys get all the pleasure,
girls get all the pain.
He tells you he loves you,
and you believe it.
When your stomach starts to swell,
he'll tell you go to h&ll.
16 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
a baby with no name.
The mother is a wh0re,
the baby is a punk.
this would never of happened,
if I hadn't gotten drunk

my best friend wrote this.. so please comment and vote..... she would appreciate it.

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