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Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field, it's victory that I smell inside, and the smell contains no guilt. H e r p e s, I can smell them through her dress. My daddy's wrong, mother knows best. C c c is for cunt, there's a sickness inside that I need to harvest. Broken tramp, have you seen her, I tried to love but now I'll beat her. H e r p e s, I can smell them through her dress. Your daddy's wrong, mother knows best. She's the one who brings me to life, when I stab her with my hunting knife. Broken tramp, have you seen her, i tried to love but now I've beat her. |