Corncopia smothered wine the cheese
I eat from your mouth
matters not if upon your cheeks
it layed
of men I know nothing of why should I
they should all go away so I could please you
as you deserve with soft weanny words
Bla Bla Bla have you sign a disclaimer
if you injure your s3e you did) it(for love none other
any where would so lamidly this soundithly crookidneckidly up.
the way you like it..
Two left feet that bleet in your ear
all the time non stop..Pause for unheard breast
the test of tricked time..
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