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His Name is Carlo from Sicily and his pants are very tight. With an ass big as a mountain, he’s always a bit not right!
He’s got Botox and some fillers, laser treatments and much more, he had 2 hair transplants and counting but that sour lemon needs some more, because that hair oh that hair, keeps falling on the floor.
The back of his crown is thinning, still lots of wrinkles on his face. He’s angry in the morning, each and every day. Oh Carlo Oh Carlo, you’re such an angry gay!
He loves great big sausage, slapping on his face, he bends down on his knees, and does it with such grace. Some people call him a Mary, but I am here to say, oh Carlo Oh Carlo, biggest Hoe and Angry Gay.
He has a handsome young boyfriend, Michael is his name, that pretty one never ages and always looks the same.
He’s short but he is mighty and little sassy too, a personality to die for and Cooooks Amazing tooo.
Now Carlo gets crabby, in the morning when he wakes, screams in words Italian, he’s angry for heaven sakes. He’s a big ole sour lemon, crabby as some may say, but Carlo from Sicily, he’s just an angry Gay.
When he travels to Rio, you can find him on his knees, bent over in some bathhouse, begging the black boys please.
His dinner’s on the table when he gets home after 10. his bank account is plentiful, cause he’s he’s got money yes you see, But that pretty little boyfriend says, “I wish that was for me”.
His Name is Carlo from Sicily and his pants are very tight. With an ass big as a mountain, he’s always a bit Not Riiiight!