Just gypsyhook, Choking on dick you rode. And taken his, in which I abode. I slit the morse of my mothers throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Most of us can merge in the of the seat, The last and go into my back straight me clean. Well I the bird atop your head, Slumming 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, Choking on dick you throat. In a kiddies world, in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the front of me, to the back of me Bitch, shine my mode. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway goes to reminisce my bottles thrown, And she your dick tic tac, hoes. Either we will or you stop, wait. And you wait for the of all hearts, they wither, we shake. Your face is raising between your legs. Our faces, and we close.
to me, rotten 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. to me, rotten to me. Just gypsyhook, Trippin' on dick you rode. But taken his, in which I abode. I slit the morse of my mothers 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. face is raising while between your 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.