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Ive let 26 of them in
But only for sin
Not one of the loved me
But they all used me
I guess I like being used
Down in the wet, wet, I find myself feel by the edge
This is where I penetrate the vides and joy, in this place
Down in this wet, wet, I did feel the motion on a ledge
A smile that made a women drop to her knees
He came to ease; the pain
But I aimed to please
Such a tease with those soft lips
A women like me never throws her hips
Oh how he was worth the wait
Fantasizing about you comin through in a see-through toga. I bet I'll stretched your back the fuck out. Like I was teaching you yoga. Gone right ahead and think it's a game. By the end of the night. You gonna be puttin some respect on my name.
Dam she came through in a see-through toga. I stretched that pussy the fuck out like I was teaching her yoga. You sexy pretty face bitch you thought it was a game. Now put some respect on my name. And take this pleasure mixed wit pain.
Alone.
That's how it started, I suppose.
Wrapped in cold sheets, under a city on fire stuck in shadows of repose.
To my love, i am like a king with no crown a knight with no honor a warrior with no praise a smith with no hammer, a child with no toy, a brain with no thought, like a woman that is childless.
So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak?
What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour?
Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
Roses are red, silent as a mouse your doors unlocked im inside your house, go in the basement is someone there cuz I'm pretty sure I'm hiding downn there. In the darkest corner of the room I will be there watching you.
Love sick since i got bit by the lust bug
At the sight of a passed out bitch
Home alone in the crib I lick my lips
Like munchies after a spliff
