An acoustic Guitar Song.

Give me more she said my lord Oh give me more I'm such a whore. Give me more She said my lord Oh give me more hes such a bore. Flowers don't grow with an ice witch narcissism. Tell me did it hurt when you got your circumcision? Assassin heart sharp shooting harlot Tear every part your letters scarlet. Don't trust me, I can't see The lie was blind and I live by instinct with every fruit i take a leaf then its gone and then I leave. Blows to know the dangers of the cold but it goes to show your true colors when your old.......

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