Just gypsyhook, Choking on dick you rode. And it's his, in which I abode. Where I 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 heard the bird atop 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 gypsy hook, Choking on dick you throat. In a world, parked in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the front of me, move to the of me Bitch, shine my mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we goes to reminisce my face 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 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 it's taken his, in I abode. Where I slit the of my mothers throat. to m-m-m-me, oh no.
Either we will or we stop, wait, And you wait for the of all hearts, they wither and shake. Your face is raising 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.