An Angel With Devil Ways
an Angel with Devil ways
a heart full of Love that strays
breaking hearts as she goes
looking for, nobody knows
leaving behind a pile of broken hearts
many of them missing parts
some call her a Devil when she's gone
but their all left alone
wondering if that Angel was for real
me,I know cause I can feel
the comfort while under her wing
I can hear the Angels sing,
calling her from high above
telling her to be careful with her Love
that someday she will break the wrong heart
one that will tear her apart
she will hear his heart beating in vain
like thunder heard over the rain
copyright 1983 hippiepoet69
. .
Husband Handjob Big. I grabbed the washing and walked inside. That was good for me as she would then come over more often than not and complain about him, before ending with us fucking each other’s brains out
An Angel With Devil Ways
an Angel with Devil ways
a heart full of Love that strays
breaking hearts as she goes
looking for, nobody knows
leaving behind a pile of broken hearts
many of them missing parts
some call her a Devil when she's gone
but their all left alone
wondering if that Angel was for real
me,I know cause I can feel
the comfort while under her wing
I can hear the Angels sing,
calling her from high above
telling her to be careful with her Love
that someday she will break the wrong heart
one that will tear her apart
she will hear his heart beating in vain
like thunder heard over the rain
copyright 1983 hippiepoet69
. .
Husband Handjob Big. I grabbed the washing and walked inside. That was good for me as she would then come over more often than not and complain about him, before ending with us fucking each other’s brains out
An Angel With Devil Ways
an Angel with Devil ways
a heart full of Love that strays
breaking hearts as she goes
looking for, nobody knows
leaving behind a pile of broken hearts
many of them missing parts
some call her a Devil when she's gone
but their all left alone
wondering if that Angel was for real
me,I know cause I can feel
the comfort while under her wing
I can hear the Angels sing,
calling her from high above
telling her to be careful with her Love
that someday she will break the wrong heart
one that will tear her apart
she will hear his heart beating in vain
like thunder heard over the rain
copyright 1983 hippiepoet69
. .
Husband Handjob Big. I grabbed the washing and walked inside. That was good for me as she would then come over more often than not and complain about him, before ending with us fucking each other’s brains out
