My best friend forever had a driven interest in identifying the great american sex arousal disorder, and green eyes.
First it was tout simplement "La Philosophie Dans Le Boudoir" but if hysteria leads you on (on, on, on, on) it is no picnic to know who you are.
The first time we met it was a blast at the "Fray Bernardino Álvarez". Blue lipstick and weird fake moustache. Said: "Turn around and take your panties down". D-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down. D-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down, d-d-d-d-down.
Call her by her truthful name: Her name is Bouffée Delirante.
Look into her truthful eyes, her gaze is sweet and mesmerizing, her logic so disorganizing, her gaze is truly paralyzing!
Her name is Borderline Personality Disorder. She came because I called her, she came because I called her.
Look into her truthful eyes, her gaze is sweet and paralyzing, her logic so disorganizing, but folies à deux ain't everlasting!
Her name is Dissociative Identity Disorder. She came because I called her, she came because I called her.
The last time we met was pretty sad; at some step-down unit, as announced The poor thing was missing her left hand but she hadm't noticed it! C'est la belle indifférence, C'est la belle indifférence! C'est la belle indifférence! C'est la belle indifférence! C'est la belle indifférence!
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