My childhood sweetheart, my first and only love
her beauty unparalleled, as graceful as a dove
the girl I love, oh boy, what a catch
the only problem is, everyones seen her snatch
everyones seen her snatch, everyone in the town
if sluts were royalty, she would be wearing a crown
she's never happier, than with her legs in the air
she'd take on the whole football team, without a single care
everyones had a go, most of them more than once
my friends laugh at me, mock me, call me a dunce
for falling in love with a whore
but i can't help but adore
this girl everyones worn like a glove
cos in the end, she's still my childhood love
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Author:
Whisky Vandal (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Brilliant Whisky Vandal. You can't help who you fall in love with - Syd
"if sluts were royalty, she would be wearing a crown" lol
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