By B.K.
Date: 2004 Jun 02
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Curses to My Weak Hyde

Stamina hang with me
This trainers trying to kill me
I ran the steps
I pushed my thighs
I watched a movie
While I walked in stride
He made me sweat
He made me cry out
Curses to my weak hyde
I will get tougher
You can bet
I know I'm not a starlink
But watch out Darlink
Goodbye fat swerves
I want svelte curves
And I will catch up with you yet