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We held down miles of my own vomit just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town (maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or maybe some one did too much) Complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve. Let's see the look on your face when I make it work. If every woman was a continent, I would be Napoleon. Yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate. I want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips. I'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the K-9 nose in your crotch. I want to watch you undress through the key hole. You make me cum like never before. Blah blah blah blah |