| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 89% | I CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF MY- | ▶️ |
| 94% | Jenny Jamison is porno. All the time. Day and night, 24 hours. I love sex, and I'll probably be that way until I die. But you don't want to let your friend take a step? That's too bad. I can't. I'm a normal girl, I guess. I like to be with my family. I like being with my friends. I like to shop. I like to laugh. Do you have some puppies or something? Probably. I like to be on the dance floor. And now that I've been working so much, I haven't been able to be on so much as I'd like to. You know, take the classes that I'd like to be with you. But, um, maybe when I get some free time, I'll start out my ballet again. But, um, until then, maybe once. When did you say you wanted to be the best actress in the porno picture? After Luma? When do you think it would take you? Um, I think I'm the best right now, but it's just going to take me a while to get my name out there and let everybody know that I own the best. Um, I just, I want everybody to know how much I enjoy it. And that, you know, I'm not in it for the money. I'm not in it for all the wrong reasons. I'm in it because I enjoy what I'm doing. And I think it comes through in my living. | ▶️ |
| 97% | Once again, I'm in this circle where I can't get out without something feeling awful. | ▶️ |
| 93% | I look up in the sky and I see the stars all shining out so bright me And I can't get you off of my mind | ▶️ |
| 93% | And there, oh, don't get out of the sausage, she's just mad. I hope she can get me a rubber weave. | ▶️ |
| 90% | But the mystery I can't tell you But the mystery I can't tell you How can you get out of this Don't mind me There's a spare to you I'll find you | ▶️ |
| 92% | You're a killer, you fucker. What do you get to say they can't do anything? I love you, Perk! We hurt you. I love you, I love you. You say you're such a badass! You're a evil out of that. I... I don't know your name. | ▶️ |
| 93% | I can't get out! | ▶️ |
| 96% | Losing me, half the master, half the quas for fucking me Me chasing out on all five of the ghosts I can't think, think of how the master say How to start making the three of us hang far Hang far, and I was hanging far Love to me, they were the problem of the same If I could go to all day seeing me cry Fawning in the causes, get a rose from the forces There's glass in my department for the puns I wanna make them think of shoes and posits And fuck them and make real fun Nobody sing a fuck when you sing before Get enough heart to breathe Leave to me, for the son to peace | ▶️ |
