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I'd like to tell the secret story |
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Of my vicious passion |
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You might turn your back on me |
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And find it out of the fashion |
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I've tried to hide it all my life |
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So that no one would find me here |
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While I was hiding in my hut |
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Biting Maggie's blackie doggie ears |
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It turns me on |
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It hards it on |
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I cath the poodle on the grass |
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Tie him up to the flagpole |
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When I press my teeth through his ear |
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And feel relief from my black soul |
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I wake up from my xtc |
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And find that the poodle is bleeding |
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My sweet little neighbour Maggie |
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Hears the sound of the poodle screeching 'cause it hurts |
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It turns me on |
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It hards it on |
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Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze |
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Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze. |
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Hairy ears |
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Hairy ears |
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Teeth dripping |
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Aching dog winding up |
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scary fears - making taste |
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bud signal blood in brains |
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like fertilizing soil of |
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increasing growth of sickening |
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Ideas |
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Biteing black poodle soft pussy |
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hairy ears is like strangling |
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frail voices with a pumping dick |
