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Try our simulator said the death engineer Would it stimulate her any more than what's here? Vibrating the bed became a swirling vortex Johnnying the depths of fun and girling cortex Yes, please I am only velveteen she said with a flair Fear not any pain for which I am unprepared Icicled the larynx slid a tongue into me Come and dance she teased as if we hadn't been hit Handling waist we hard tried not to let go of it Rolling overcomers past alternative will Heads expecting former gratification but still Yes, please Stopped at they were hanging on for ninesome by gosh Buskers splayed all blood on 3rd Street Promenade Hopping styles attributing to bunnies on fours Dreaming in reverse may well be falling up doors Someone threw an apple at a grandfather guard Someone crossed at and she should have been at least disbarred Generations squalormandered after Japan Towns and Easter Island stoning henges again Ending with an 'atian formed in some other phase Bending over forwards see the back that you made Earning leisure interest I confide you impress There is nothing more to say old Childlike Empress Yes, please quoth Tsunami Tah
Writer(s): Joseph Hawley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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