.It's a cruel bed you'd make
Where I mate til I feel dry
Til I feel
I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
I'd buckle up, whittle down
All the pals I make
Pedal around, clamouring
For a fuck unfazed
It's his unfeeling nose!
That pokes in everything!
An unlukewarm leaning
Is.
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