Hangover

The eye of the girl fighter

She karate fight
It was my choice
My name is Pablo Kid
I a grieving speed ...

She wanted me face
I did not want to kick
Others held
No force, no

She is rebellious
I wanted to fight with black belt

Packing in the red
Out of haste
I went for yellow
She is the first
And so clever

I played it on the floor
After applied the old charge of the locomotive
I turned her in my arms
And she was the black eye

I do not want
But she insisted

Today she speaks in moral
His crop is not trivial
She is the teacher's neighbor
And the more you can learn something

Poor from me
If it is revenge
I will be training
Why not take

Lady avenger
She looks nervous

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