I want you to be just collector's item

I'm so than the old straddle carrier female,

more and more passionately preys.

I birch frame of weave,

saithe strong winds attractive.

It hovers there, calling,

and venison I miss a lot of time

as the midnight mist creates heaven

veil lace border.

I waved at the tail,

the rhythm of the night music.

Then he looked at me, which I love,

and I felt my heart Tarantella dance.

Now the sky ylleen increase cloud cotton candy,

and straddle carrier female is like Juulia,

which Roomeo wait.

Too beautiful a summer night in March,

I love the eyes of the world.

I hid out, and my network of dance

hips swings.

I want you to be just

collector's item, I do not play with the doll, 

I do not want to be Barbie.

I preys on men in my life, which I love,

the kind who stops himself devalued practice.

Does not ask all the time, I'm sorry that I am such.

There you will not have to do so, you deserve

true love.