I can feel your eyes on me.
Keep your got **** eyes off me.
Unless you want me to be..
The insidious, hideous monster of your dreams.
I promise my walk ain't what it seems.
I'm not as short and sweet, i've got flat feet, and my seams
Arent stitched properly.
So before you stake your claim on my property,
Make sure you're ready to be led
To my sly, lie-ridden sin of a bed.
promise not to pop when the broil boils to a head.
Know: no I won't beg to climb on top your leg.
I'm not your pet.
Do i look like a Pug?
i'll find another mind to be the plug
to my outlet
If you won't be my drug.
You'll find no one to supply
the pleasure your body fights to deny.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
I can feel your eyes on me.
Keep your got **** eyes off me.
Unless you want me to be..
The insidious, hideous monster of your dreams.
I promise my walk ain't what it seems.
I'm not as short and sweet, i've got flat feet, and my seams
Arent stitched properly.
So before you stake your claim on my property,
Make sure you're ready to be led
To my sly, lie-ridden sin of a bed.
promise not to pop when the broil boils to a head.
Know: no I won't beg to climb on top your leg.
I'm not your pet.
Do i look like a Pug?
i'll find another mind to be the plug
to my outlet
If you won't be my drug.
You'll find no one to supply
the pleasure your body fights to deny.
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