We laugh together and share time together but do not be mistaken, you’re not my friend.
I hold your hand and kiss you but do not be mistaken, you’re not my friend.
I give you my jacket on cold nights
and carry you when walking becomes too boring, but you’re not my friend.
No, she’s not my friend!
Yes, I’m sure...
She is not my friend.
Brown hair, brown eyes, red lips, big hips, ripe tits
and a booty that breaks weak dick so I bring a dick that makes it drip.
But don’t trip when I say you’re not my friend.
Let's lose control, friends never, lovers forever.
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