Ticket کے بول

Brutal bimbo beauty nonsensically sublime this hammy Armageddon turns out to be yours and mine your face is just the ticket to everything I ever wanted to see your face is just the ticket to everything I was ever required to be Sweet subtle nothing flower of my will your physical beauty is making me physically ill I turn up again fantastically resplendent they pack them in to the hilt funny thing is the theatre hasn't even been built I was up to absolute beauty playing it by my own book where there's no justice in matters of beauty it's stupid to even look but I held on to my ticket I'd sit in front of it and stare have pity on me I've still got it somewhere