I’m looking for my bitch, where could she be? My bitch is probably somewhere looking for me I’ve looked under every rock near and far, where oh where is that wandering star? My bitch is perfect, from tits to toes I bought a hideout, bitches love those. She’ll make me pancakes and wear nice clothes She’ll let me sniff her with my butt sniffing nose. She seems like she has a heart of gold I love her because she does as she’s told.
April 29, 2026