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Stretch my guts to the limits
there was such a great party in my pants
You were cordially invited. Just so long as you knew that you would die.
She's a camera, she's a gun, she's a mountain for our fun.
Criminal always my pleasure girl make me your principal make me a special doll
Call it what you could call it "a fake" give me one reason to give you play
Why do you restrict my hands why do you give me head why is there bloodshed why not
the sweet time we have spent all together all again is the reminder that I have left the den
The bad touch is filling up to create another cup for the release and the sweet consolidation
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