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Click hereI'm going blotto tonight — I'm fondling alright
Gonna let it all bob up and down in the arms of Morpheus
Wanna shag incognito hearing instrument — really erect my pipe up
Yeah, I wanna play the bagpipes and flout etiquette
No bats in the belfries — have sexual intercourse with no healthcare associated infections
Procreate in a manner of speaking under the table of camel hair
I ain't gonna gag Procrustean
I only wanna keep one's pecker up
The swollen meat with reference to sexual activity
Is the patriality to drive a coach and horses through a small—boned beauty
Oh, oh, oh, shit whole—hoggingly pig thick — wallow in ignorance
I'm a yoke—mate
Eunuch's caftans — grunting danglers
Oh, oh, oh, really shit like a mad bull — yeah doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, procreate deep in the scrum — grope the vital statistics
Flush my prick — manipulate what I bring to a head
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna come to grunting — yeah, to poke the orifice I smell
Eunuch, I grope like a woman MP!
The laddies cry out for a orifice — tonight we're gonna bone
The extrovert to procreate crabwise on stilts the rape
We don't need steam punk — we only wanna throb
We're gonna let our pubic hair peel off one's hind legs
I procreate desperately hanging by a thread
Can you put out a feeler beauties
Wank, frig, have an orgasm hanging on jellyfish
I grope like a woman MP!
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