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Lover face, I'll you as the revolver
in my play, act one
Lover face, wanna you ejaculate
it's no longer fun

I to really being quite charmed
By your effects
You're the one with whom
I would play Oedipus Rex

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

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

give 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, a scandal
Your body is so wrong,

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

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

I you to be my pleasure puss
I wanna know what like to be inside you
I you to be my pleasure puss
I wanna how it feels

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

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

You are a star, oh, you know you are
I just once looked through
Had the mind to call name, internally
Through my seventh that's hallucinating
Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic

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

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

See all the corpses lined up along beach
They're ringing the bells of the
To drive insane
As the patina the tawdy mountain
on its water on the shore

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

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

They to turn you down, dismissed
How 'bout if all you and Tayshuns
No, ha,

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