Do You Want to Feel the Air in Your Belly, Hair Too?

Ode to the crop top, by cal carero lopez. O sliced crip dressed, cold brake, half set,. sun slot symbal, cracked window. How i adore your spunk, your sincere open call for air on my belly hair. The little target boy, groaning o as i pass isn't worth any ire. He's playing with fire, but his parents lit the torch. To think such small cloth sparks grown brains aflame. Why you win a girl's top? I could have caught him onein two so we'd both feel the breeze. And even offered that to your detractors. This is saying, do you want to feel the air in your belly