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When I first met you, |
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I knew I loved you. |
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Now that one + one is two, |
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I don't wanna cum inside of you. |
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Now I kiss your lips, now |
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I mount your hips. |
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Now I read your mind, your slimey hind-- |
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Sublime! I'm feeling the peeling, mind reeling. |
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I race unto the plague. |
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I'll bring you a big coat of butter--to slick your dead dick way. |
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I'm in love with a dead dog... |
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Paw in fist we stalk through the rutabaga garden. |
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We've been to the clinic, we know our love is clean. |
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We walk to- gether, but fill up seperately. |
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We share a cheese ball. |
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We just do it all. |
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The butter so bitter, the shitter. |
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Well it gapes vacantly. |
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The higher the litter, the shitter, has justly righted three... (The Death of Pookie) |
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You begin to bore me, with your breath like rubber. |
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You scream "Don't stop", |
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I hope you don't pop. |
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I'm in love, with a shove, meaty glove. |