Sep 2018
Put your ***** hands all over me
Creep, scratch my anatomy
Make me your philosophy
I'll make you study
Practice and theory
No jury nor pity
Just a final probe
As we hope n cope
With the theory or our would be
Creep, scratch my anatomy
Make me your philosophy
I'll make you study
Practice and theory
No jury nor pity
Just a final probe
As we hope n cope
With the theory or our would be
First line is a hack from a Justin Timberlake song :)
(46/M/Belgium)
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