
Balls balls, pop the sweetness into my mouth
Swirl them around a little before heading south
They cause me tingles and trembles, leaving my lips still.
Frozen balls of ice.
Think what you will!
I don't write. I create.
Balls balls, pop the sweetness into my mouth
Swirl them around a little before heading south
They cause me tingles and trembles, leaving my lips still.
Frozen balls of ice.
Think what you will!
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