Whose Your Friend?
Amanda, who was that goddess that you got finish talking to?
Oo look at the way she sways, the way her hair flows, nothing more than a women in her essences.
You have to hook a brother up her ivory skin, her deep blue ocean eyes, her blonde hair that flows like gold waters that never end, but forreal whose your friend?
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