Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. And it's taken his, in I abode. I slit the morse of my mothers throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
of us can merge in the back of the seat, The last and go into my back straight me clean. Well I the bird 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 gypsy hook, on that dick you throat. In a world, parked in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the front of me, to the back of me Bitch, my mirror mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway goes to reminisce my face thrown, And she nails 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.
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, on that dick you rode. But it's taken his, in 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 for the sake of all hearts, they wither and shake. Your face is raising while 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.