Women!
What can you say?
Who made 'em?
God must have been a fuckin' genius.
The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know.
Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert.
Tits.
Hoo-ah!
Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs.
I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways.
What's between 'em...
Passport to heaven.
I need a drink
Passport to Heaven
Writer(s): Rolf Maier-bode, Farid Gharadjedaghi
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