Mad Libs Stevie Style

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Angel of My Helmet by michelle2677

Sometimes the most ugly table.
oh, the most itchy poem.
And many of my drinks, pass me by.
why do they keep passing me by?

You boink good. I say it's soft that you understood.
I knew you would, when you were a slug.
Baby, you were a smelly, smelly slug.

So I close my fingernails blissfully,
til I become that part of bretonbanquet that we all snicker for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a refrdgerator through the fog,
Like a charmed cookie and a fast song
and the angel of my helmet.
Angel of my helmet.

I Still dance up, when you slap, into the room.
I got the same furry blobs,
Now they tell the story.
i try not to gaze out, but when you twitch around and say "spankilicious!"
and we both throw.
no great throwers.

So I close my fingernails blissfully,
til I become that part of bretonbanquet that we all snicker for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a refrdgerator through the fog,
Like a charmed cookie and a fast song
and the angel of my helmet.
Angel of my helmet.

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Angel of My Piano by THINKABOUTIT

Sometimes the most flowing chiffon.
oh, the most curly dragon.
And many of my boots pass me by.
why do they keep passing me by?

You shout good. I say it's black that you understood.
I knew you would, when you were a unicorn.
Baby, you were a pale, pale unicorn.

So I close my breasts slowly ,
til I become that part of silentgarbo that we all speak of sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a shawl through the fog,
Like a charmed bird and a dark song
and the angel of my piano.
Angel of my piano.

I Still sing out , when you run, into the room.
I got the same violent tamborines
Now they tell the story.
i try not to spin out, but when you dance around and say "****!"
and we both twirl.
no great twirlers.

So I close my breasts slowly ,
til I become that part of silentgarbo that we all speak of sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a shawl through the fog,
Like a charmed bird and a dark song
and the angel of my piano.
Angel of my piano.

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Angel of My Couch by DanaX6

Sometimes the most smart cigarette.
oh, the most sexy cup.
And many of my curtains pass me by.
why do they keep passing me by?

You pee good. I say it's hungry that you understood.
I knew you would, when you were a cat.
Baby, you were a perverted, perverted cat.

So I close my ass perfectly,
til I become that part of Michelle that we all kill for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a cd through the fog,
Like a charmed desk and a pretty song
and the angel of my couch.
Angel of my couch.

I Still sleep out , when you exercize into the room.
I got the same sleepy bottles
Now they tell the story.
i try not to run out, but when you believe around and say "WTF?!"
and we both pout.
no great pouters.

So I close my ass perfectly,
til I become that part of Michelle that we all kill for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a cd through the fog,
Like a charmed desk and a pretty song
and the angel of my couch.
Angel of my couch.

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Angel of My Ocean byChrislit18


Sometimes the most shiny computer.
oh, the most blue river.
And many of my books pass me by.
why do they keep passing me by?

You flew good. I say it's cool that you understood.
I knew you would, when you were a kitten.
Baby, you were a hot, hot kitten.

So I close my index finger smoothly,
til I become that part of michelle2677 that we all look for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a fall through the fog,
Like a charmed tree and a colorful song
and the angel of my ocean.
Angel of my ocean.

I Still run out , when you jump, into the room.
I got the same special envelopes
Now they tell the story.
i try not to walk out, but when you sing around and say "!!!!"
and we both smell.
no great smellers.

So I close my index finger smoothly,
til I become that part of michelle2677 that we all look for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a fall through the fog,
Like a charmed tree and a colorful song
and the angel of my ocean.
Angel of my ocean.


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Angel of My Moon by Camchristo

Sometimes the most hairy microphone.
oh, the most slippery stage.
And many of my ribbons pass me by.
why do they keep passing me by?

You fly good. I say it's squishy that you understood.
I knew you would, when you were a cat.
Baby, you were a fluffy, fluffy cat.

So I close my ass lovingly,
til I become that part of Carrie that we all shoot for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a guitar through the fog,
Like a charmed tambourine and a bright song
and the angel of my moon.
Angel of my moon.

I Still run up, when you scream, into the room.
I got the same smelly boots
Now they tell the story.
i try not to sing out, but when you jump around and say "****?!"
and we both writh.
no great writhers.

So I close my ass lovingly,
til I become that part of Carrie that we all shoot for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a guitar through the fog,
Like a charmed tambourine and a bright song
and the angel of my moon.
Angel of my moon.

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Angel of Mick's Vesturbation Suit. by Sapphire Girl

Sometimes the most infected unicorns.
oh, the most drunk tambourines.
And many of my bottles of Klonopin, pass me by.
*Keep passing me by

You giggle good.
I say it's mystical that you understood.
I knew you would,
When you were a weasel.
Baby, you were a magickal, magickal weasel.

*So I close my big toes seductively,
til I become that part of strandinthewind that we all scamper for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love,
*Like a unicorn through the fog,
*Like a charmed porno film
*And a awesome song
and the angel of Mick's Vesturbation Suit.
Angel of Mick's Vesturbation Suit.

I Still karate kick up,
*When you pirouette in the room.
*I've the same sleepy bottles of vodka,
Now they tell the story.
I try not to poke out,
When you caress around
*And you say "The new phonebooks are here! The new phonebooks are here!"
and we both twirl.
no great twirlers.

*So I close my left big toe seductively,
til I become that part of strandinthewind that we all scamper for sometime.
Yeah.
And to those that I love, track a unicorn through the fog,
Like a charmed porno and an awesome song
and the angel, of Mick's Vesturbation Suit.
Angel of Mick's Vesturbation Suit