Talk about a double standard.
Every time I go after a busty dullard who can’t tell time,
or thinks I’m the ghost of Leonardo Dicaprio,
I’m shallow.
But somehow it’s ok for Robin to date a guy who can’t be trusted around outlets.
Every time I go after a busty dullard who can’t tell time,
or thinks I’m the ghost of Leonardo Dicaprio,
I’m shallow.
But somehow it’s ok for Robin to date a guy who can’t be trusted around outlets.
