ROSES OF RED' WILL BE BLEDVIOLETS WILL BE CUT AND BURNED TO ASHES
IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE MADNESS.
SO VIOLENT BUT MOTHER I SWEAR ITS JUST THE PASSIONS
PASSION PASSION. I SWEAR THEY KNOW MY NAME ALREADY
BUT THEY KEEP ASKING ASKING. ASKING ME IF IT'S REALLY ME, OH YES.
NO ACTING OVER HERE YET ALL I GET IS MORE ACTION THAN LIGHTS GET TRAFFIC
MORE CUT LIKE SHE'S A DIRECTOR FOR REAL BUT,
WHY YOU WIDDLE.
SILLY RABBIT I'M THAT HARD AT EASE. KNOCK THAT PUSSY OFF TIL IT LEAVES.
ROCKING A LOT OF CHERRIES AND PEACHES OUT OF TREES
WHEN I GO OUT WITH A HONEY NUT ITS FOR THE BEES.
AND THAT'S WORD UP FOR YOU WORD UP FOR THE BIRDIES IN ONE THAT I DREAM
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