Oh how he kisses *****
Left, right, and center
How he grovels on his knees and prays to his
Boss
Teacher
Professor
Instructor
Stranger
But the thing about kissing *** is
it leaves
**** on your lips
The Bull kind of ****
Creating brown smeared smiles
fake and full of lies
With the sprinkling of
frenzied flies.
A bigger paycheck, but a dead *** *** inside
Somebody empty and unsatisfied
Needing confirmation from a system
That they are loved
From a higher power from above
And only that is what he will believe
That is what he’ll believe before he believes in me
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
Oh how he kisses *****
Left, right, and center
How he grovels on his knees and prays to his
Boss
Teacher
Professor
Instructor
Stranger
But the thing about kissing *** is
it leaves
**** on your lips
The Bull kind of ****
Creating brown smeared smiles
fake and full of lies
With the sprinkling of
frenzied flies.
A bigger paycheck, but a dead *** *** inside
Somebody empty and unsatisfied
Needing confirmation from a system
That they are loved
From a higher power from above
And only that is what he will believe
That is what he’ll believe before he believes in me
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