All I'm thinking is: she moves her heavy body, moves her heavy body, her heavy body. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves, what it loves, her heavy body, chocolate, bread and cheese, Mighty Bites, a gallon of grapefruit juice, as she moves her heavy body and her mind is stuffed with fat, too, like one of those white sausages you eat in Bavaria before 11am. Cause they go bad. Real bad.
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