Jamarra Butterfield

Rookie (27/08/87 / Nassau, The Bahamas)


The way it all started you would have thought I was cold hearten
But someone had to make the 1st blow.
You threw your lines at me
So confident about the bullshit you speak
See I wasn't amazed at why my eyes were perfectly brown
I'm aware of my pleasantly plum firm hip
And the little notion about my breast being "just right"
I didn't discover I had this shape over night.
If I were indeed that "angel" that slipped out of heaven

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