The i.l.y?s scum with boundaries

I am scum with some boundaries
He is so scum with some boundaries
He is eating chips and salsa
In the dark you found me
There's enough of bags of them - yellow hordes on duty
Is it wonderful (hey cutie!) the gentlemen prefer redheads?
So truly
I'm balancing a chair on some peanuts just for the fuck of it
Everyone knows I'm such scum with boundaries
(Would you love me please?)
My whole camera roll is the sun above