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Hey old woman Underneath my shoe Tell me How do you like the view? Go on and tell me That you like what you see Compliment my fine leather boots Or the bulge that’s testing the strength of my seams You can talk about my muscles Or my perfect jaw line You could even compliment my eyes And tell me how they’re so sublime Oh, excuse me Is my boot on your throat? Allow me to move it a little south So when you talk you won’t choke Can you speak up a bit? I don’t think I heard you so well It sounded to me As if you said, ”GO TO HELL!” Well, that’s not very nice And after all that I’ve done To just disregard everything This whole thing could have been fun You know what, that’s alright You don’t have to like what’s about to happen All you need do is lay there and take it But don’t worry, I have napkins Though they’re not very absorbent So, I’ll have to grab some towels To soak up your blood And the entrails that excrete from your bowels After that, I'll clean up nicely So they don't find a speck of you here Every detail I'll cover They won't even find your fire red hair Now, just lay still and be calm I’m going to do that thing that I do I’m glad you’re my lucky thirteen I’m glad I found you there, under my shoe
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 3:51 AM UTC
Thirteen
Hey old woman Underneath my shoe Tell me How do you like the view? Go on and tell me That you like what you see Compliment my fine leather boots Or the bulge that’s testing the strength of my seams You can talk about my muscles Or my perfect jaw line You could even compliment my eyes And tell me how they’re so sublime Oh, excuse me Is my boot on your throat? Allow me to move it a little south So when you talk you won’t choke Can you speak up a bit? I don’t think I heard you so well It sounded to me As if you said, ”GO TO HELL!” Well, that’s not very nice And after all that I’ve done To just disregard everything This whole thing could have been fun You know what, that’s alright You don’t have to like what’s about to happen All you need do is lay there and take it But don’t worry, I have napkins Though they’re not very absorbent So, I’ll have to grab some towels To soak up your blood And the entrails that excrete from your bowels After that, I'll clean up nicely So they don't find a speck of you here Every detail I'll cover They won't even find your fire red hair Now, just lay still and be calm I’m going to do that thing that I do I’m glad you’re my lucky thirteen I’m glad I found you there, under my shoe
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 3:51 AM UTC
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