"Samantha, just take your bra off and leave it off. I'm going to have to check the fit of the dress several times before I'm done, and I don't have ti...e to send you in and out of the bathroom repeatedly to take your bra off each time you forget about it.During halftime, Samantha sat on the couch next to me in a tee shirt. She clearly didn't have a bra on under it, so I rough housed with her a bit until Mandy protested that I was going to get Samantha hot and sweaty before she even had a chance. "You know, Jai, I wish to keep the water with the rose petals and your cum to remain as it is to show it to my friend. I know she would go crazy and drink the water"Hahaha… I laughed.As she saw me collecting my clothes and wearing them, she asked "Jai, won't you like to sleep with me tonight?" Thank you dear. But I need to go" I aid. I saw the distinct clouds of sadness and disappointment spreading on her face."I will miss you Jai. But, before you go, won't you give me something as a memento or. I'm a boy...I'm a boy!"Kind of makes you not want to know much about Pete Townsend's childhood if you ask me. This one's unique. Pretty much everything else I could find was "about" someone else, besides this one, in which the narrator is the victim, and not happy about it. It's really hard for me to even picture them doing this song. Maybe this is why Keith Moon spent the last several years of his life running around in dresses looking like.....well, Keith Moon in a dress.But unlike Dylan, or. Sleepinghumanity is acancer growing on a beautiful marbleunchecked growthhey idiottalking to younobody is coming to save youAmerica,home of the slaveit matters not your colorcollectively workingtogether to serve our massathe illusory machinebased on idiot rules and regulationsyou can make a living this waybut not that wayall based on the moronic notionthat there is a certain meaningtoitall....nopesorry, try againoops - lol - jokes on you lemonadelife has no reset buttonhilarious, eh?cough.