when i kissed her cheek,
I must have felt weak,
Strength crawled down my dick,
My brains fried and i became sick.
In my own world i say,
With thoughts of my new prey,
As a kid i would have moulded hey with clay,
For dinner i would make her my fish cray.
I would love to call her mine,
Like my usualy liquors and wine,
Her tastes fine,
Shes my good ridance sign.
Tonight shes home alone,
Thats why am singing her this song,
Classic like weed and bong,
Just to pull out her thong.
Shes a thought in my mind,
Easily near to find,
Like tongue and teeth glind,
I want to catch her blind
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