We held down miles of my own vomit
Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child,
Or maybe some one did too much)
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Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve.
Let's see the look on your face when i make it work.
If every woman was a continent, i would be napoleon.
Yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate.
I want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.
I'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes,
Like the k-9 nose to your crotch.
I want to watch you undress through the keyhole.
You make me cum like never before.

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