How do those bastards with a nifty accent get away with everything they do with chicks? Huh? Explain that to Mike. He’d like to know.
What is said with but a smile, and what can be told in the life of an eye? A worldly croon to a small town swoon. The dark and the light, behold, the truth behind the lies, and the love behind brown eyes – be it the bliss of the caressed skin, or the resonance of the longing unkissed. Then a little brass pole action, bros before hoes. Yeh!