What are you going to do,
When you become the wicked?
The sick.
The twisted.
When you can't manipulate your little girls?
When I get sick of this unrewarding lifestyle,
Living for your word?
What are you going to do,
When you become the wicked?
What are you going to do,
When you lose me?
What girl would still take you?
After all,
All you do is compare her to me.
The wicked,
That's you.
The submissive,
That's me.
I'm all you've looked for,
I'm the kind of *** you need.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
What are you going to do,
When you become the wicked?
The sick.
The twisted.
When you can't manipulate your little girls?
When I get sick of this unrewarding lifestyle,
Living for your word?
What are you going to do,
When you become the wicked?
What are you going to do,
When you lose me?
What girl would still take you?
After all,
All you do is compare her to me.
The wicked,
That's you.
The submissive,
That's me.
I'm all you've looked for,
I'm the kind of *** you need.
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