No Filter and No Blushing Nanas
No filter?
There's a message at the bottom of this page that says,
"Nothing that will make your grandmother blush"
Chiilllllllle...
I guess only the talented can be naked with clothes on
Let me take a stab at it:
Me with no clothes on is a cussin' little wolf in sheep's clothing,
A sneak diss,
The David to your Goliath.
Five foot three may not be "that short"
But it ain't tall
And my mousy little voice
And childish little face
Don't help
But I am a garden snake with the bite of a king cobra
In a king's hat
Fluffing the feathers of the kings' ladies
And all the kings' men
Sippin the king's water
Out of the King's Cup
But hiding my face
'Cause nothing good has ever come of being king...
Naked I wear
Wine and emotions,
Naked I wear
Kisses and cuddles
Naked I wear
Him
He hates me
And he's all across my skin,
My polo,
My jeans,
My shades,
My hoodie,
My baby,
Mine
All mine
But only when I am naked.
Without clothes, I am a mess
But I stay naked
Because a naked woman
Can move
Run
Fly
Faster than a girl
In clothes
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