"listen...
the eyes u wear are mine...looking at u
the lips are with nothing kind
the soul..oh thats controls the heart
where living takes years of practice trying
to lay a foundation..where..your not ask 2
just for sex games and trivia pursuit..
ones rule..get fucked ..feeling good,feeling
like i knew u would..cuddle u..stroke my manhood
every now and then,lust urges the wind to transform
location,dips in2 slow motion..on a sideswiped..
with no living..JUST a room..my own personal gain
but I'm ask time and time again..where do I fit
besides the bedroom..the center playground of
coats and showtime afternoons dinners at 6..what does
it spell..when the lights go dim..turning black and thinking
was this a good Idea to begin with..been good so far,but
how further can ur tired mischief,works that itch ,
what wants to scratch that man right outta his pants,while
life in prisonment continues..paying insurance..
you are the piece on her chest board
how u get played..the outcome of taking
his place,wins..checkmate.. i think she's got him...
screwed4 life..sounds familar..mmm..ask him..
the policy...create..MUAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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