Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. And it's taken his, in I abode. Where I slit the of my mothers throat. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Most of us can in the back of the seat, The last and go my back straight gets me clean. Well I heard the atop your head, monk had cut my bed.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me. to...
Just another hook, on that dick you throat. In a kiddies world, in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the of me, move to the back of me Bitch, shine my mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway to reminisce my face bottles thrown, And she nails your tic tac, hoes. Either we or you won't stop, wait. And you wait for the of all hearts, they wither, we shake. Your face is while between your legs. Our faces, and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Ohhhh... to me to me Yeah... to me.
Rotten to me, to me. Rotten to me, to me. Just gypsyhook, Trippin' on dick you rode. But taken his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my throat. to m-m-m-me, oh no.
Either we or we won't stop, wait, And you wait for the sake of all hearts, they and shake. Your face is raising while between legs, Our and we. and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me.