- Erotic Poetry
- Cunnilingus Syndrome Multiplex III (The Death)
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Don't you ever look my way
I think about you every day
I feel so alive without you
You're not in this life anymore anyway
You gotta, short skirt, won't you, lean over please
You got, nice legs, won't you, get on your knees
You got, nice thighs, won't you, give me a disease
You got, firm breasts, won't you, let me squeeze
I lie in your wake of men you have broken down
I've got to turn my life around
I won't remember you, in your wake I'll drown
You got, nice hips, won't you, let me go deep in you
You got, nice lips, won't you, suck me deep in you
You got, fingertips, won't you, hold me close to you
I gotta, take a sip of you, wet kisses all over you
I gotta, let you drip a little, slide so deep in you
I gotta, let you flip over, give it behind you
Ooo, it was too good to be true
Ooo, it was too good to be true
Death by ... pussy shock!
