Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost With The Most

we down miles of my own vomit
just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty in town.
(maybe no one me enough as a child,
or maybe one did too much)

complain to the scissors, bite the sleeve.
let's see the look on face when i make it work.
if every was a continent, i would be napoleon.
your body's the sea for me to navigate.
i to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.
i'll be the ashtray to love's cigarettes,
the k-9 nose to your crotch.
i want to watch you undress the keyhole.
you make me cum like before.

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