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Lover face, view you as the revolver
in my play, act one
Lover face, wanna make you
it's no longer fun

I confess to really quite charmed
By your feminine
You're the one with whom
I would role play Rex

I want you to be my puss
I wanna know what it's like to be you
I want you to be my puss
I wanna know how it

I want you to be my pleasure
I know what it's like to be inside you
I want you to be my puss
I know how it feels

Wanna you that ooh la, ooh la la
Wanna give you ooh la, ooh la la

Lover face, how ass is pumping
licentious song
Lover face, you're a
Your is so wrong, wrong

Bless my lips with Sunlandic kisses
Kiss me, kiss me, me
While our hands explore each other's human
Oh you know, like four excited

I want you to be my pleasure
I wanna know what it's like to be you
I want you to be my pleasure
I wanna how it feels

I want you to be my puss
I wanna know what it's like to be you
I you to be my pleasure puss
I wanna know how it

Wanna give you ooh la, ooh la la
give you that ooh la, ooh la la

You gave me a rush
Make my whole blush
I don't care if they say just my crutch
I you're not, you're the only good thing I've got
Everything's so much more complicated over the

You are a star, oh, you know you are
I once looked through today
Had the mind to call your name,
Through my seventh sense that's
Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly logic denizens

I just came in arms tonight
You and I are friends, not polemic
To be over, listened
set my wings so randomly
When you're dead, search for you like Orpheus
find you some way

You are such a star, oh, you you are
I'll tell you one I know
You want my kisses in narcissistic collapse
it's so painful when they amputate the taygog

See all the prison corpses lined up along
They're ringing the of the church
To everybody insane
As the patina lives the mountain
on its water on the shore

I can't get off of these moving off the face
No, I can't get all those moving lights off the face
So I out to the country, sat down on some straw

But I'm not putting out for God
I'm not putting out, for God would kill my shut
a mistake lighting little white candles
To Him love you
Oh, He's by any city's standards

want to turn you down, dismissed
How 'bout if all you children and
No, ha,

You know the
They don't about you, they don't
Goddamn, the concierge reincarnation
I I can do it by myself
trying to get healthy