In the scrotum of your dreams You turn your first trick for free Cocktails, catnip and cocaine I doubt you'll be in the hot rain
Make a thick squeal When you cop a feel It rots your gut but that's not enough for you
Induce the red morning sun I spit on the cock of passion My heart beating in your head An angel there in the front bed
Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw Sting like a bee and say aah Two cats that hung each of our lies Build it cause soon we're more chasteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
