We stole bikes and laughed
Description"Will we ever find something evil in him?
I'm more than convinced that the answer is No!
Yes how near and dear?
To him? If he lets me in?
Hmm, not close at all
Then how do you know? Same story over and over again
I just feel it
I decide to trust you but you have to admit - he's like a finished record, an eternally nodding needle
No protest from me! Erection your onion!
Yes, the opposite of that childhood-memory he keeps referring to every time the second glass of Sambuca kisses his inner
"We stole bikes and laughed"