Just gypsyhook, Choking on that you rode. And taken his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
of us can merge in the back of the seat, The last and go into my straight gets me clean. Well I heard the bird 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 gypsy hook, Choking on that you throat. In a world, parked in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the of me, move to the back of me Bitch, my mirror mode. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
we sway goes 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. face is raising 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. another 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 will or we stop, wait, And you for the sake of all hearts, they wither and shake. Your face is 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.