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.

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