Tuesday, April 10, 2012

You left

These hookers never made you dream of God
I think you never tried to go in the love's cloud
Bitch, stop making hot mènage-a-trois in my Ford
There's just a pot (hole!) where you will find love

You followed wrong tracks, wrong steps
You always chose dirty rooms, come on back
Truth is something you don't know, you left

Your hot body shakes like an electric shock
It's not enough, I get to feel your heart and so
Your blood running, sperm left in my face
Alone, I'm dirty, jump before my mom comes, baby

You followed wrong tracks, wrong steps
You're always gone (dirty rooms, come on back!)
Truth is something you don't know, you left me
Argh! You give me the first kiss, I'm sick

You followed wrong tracks, wrong steps
You're always gone (dirty rooms, come on back!)
Truth is something you don't know, you left me
Argh! You give me first kiss, I'm sick

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