On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing.
My intention: a bullet, my body: a trigger finger.
And my pen is a pistola, they call me a fear, fear you.
Yeah! My pen is a pistola!
My intention: a bullet, my body: a trigger finger.
And my pen is a pistola, they call me a fear, fear you.
Yeah! My pen is a pistola!
My secret arsenal is an infinite, ageless inkwell.
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
And my pen is a pistola, they call me a fear, fear you.
Yeah! My pen is a pistola!
(Incubus)
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
And my pen is a pistola, they call me a fear, fear you.
Yeah! My pen is a pistola!
(Incubus)
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E ai IRMÃ!?!Demorei mas to aqui.. .:D
Amei o segundo post,nem preciso comentar que concordo contigo e qquer coisa estamos ai,né???
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BJOS TE AMO IRMÃ!!!!
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