Her right thigh read „come” The left one said „to me” However hard she tried the two could never meet They put her up on a stake She was naked, they started to mastrubate And as she burnt she yelled „I hope you pervs have it all on tape!” Be it pope on a cart of non-believers Joseph, Mary, Baby Jesus The Queen fucks whomsoever she pleases There's nothing else you could say to me She's sick and tired of your bigotry There's nothing else you could say to me Your poetry of bigotry is obsolete Be it pope on a cart of non-believers Joseph, Mary, Baby Jesus The Queen fucks whomsoever she pleases They want you to clean shave, shut up, wash down lose all the tasteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
