She's got a Y chromosome, or so they say, but what will the neighbors think? But despite this seemingly minor flaw, I really think I love her. She's genetically wrong for what she is, but there's no need to raise such a stink. But whatever genetic inconsistencies there are, I really know I love her.
People come to me nearly every single day, and they say, "How did you manage to score such a catch?" But somehow or another, they always seem to shy away when they find out her genetics and genitals just don't match.
Why? I don't know why?
There's something going on with nature's magic wand, but every time I see her wink, the goosebumps in my spine shoot straight up and blow my mind, and I swear by my soul I love her.
People come to me nearly every single day, and they say, "How did you manage to score such a catch?" But somehow or another, they always seem to shy away when they find out her genetics and genitals just don't match.
Why? I don't know why?
There's something going on with nature's magic wand, but every time I see her wink, the goosebumps in my spine shoot straight up and blow my mind, and I swear by my soul I love her.