Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Doddle. Doddle. Doddle. Doddle. Doddle. Stop the weird pose, right? My legs are paralyzed, my ears are frightened, and my hands are slightly empty like butterflies. Are you going to make fun of me as I am, make fun of me, flirt with a disgusting development, and say that it makes so much sense to satisfy them? Shake your head as you meditate. You have to leap through the darkness by exploring the opportunity in a calm and sinister way. Flirt. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle. If you run around sincerely with this momentum in this small room, you'll hit the appliance and get hurt. I mean, it's a minute and a half. I can't believe the day has come to wait for the goal with so many thoughts of a thousand autumns. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle.