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Sink my finger in your hair, the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair, in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn with a flick of the switch you'replugged in to the itch. ..my battery got a charge with my finger triggeringyour sparkplug, I felt that speedy booss when you bent down and licked myboots heady and headed in the direction of soma crash-car intersection it'scalled "why don't we do it on the road" or at least that's what I am told |