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jarring wah-wahs atop the high hat rich rhythms that any teenager could bang out with two ball point pens and a palm heel a voice like yours moans squeals and asks for moar we are calling that pr0nstep now take me out and dance till three you dont even have to talk ill be fine squinting and flailing cherishing wild gesticulation raking my fingers through the head giving you a new hairstyle to make fun of in the morning i gush through my body language throwing hands out making public seem private this is the dance floor we can scour for whats left at close IS THAT A ***** PACK?? here stick my stuff in there forget that parking ticket i know a guy drive me home i have something i want to show you
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
pr0nstep
jarring wah-wahs atop the high hat rich rhythms that any teenager could bang out with two ball point pens and a palm heel a voice like yours moans squeals and asks for moar we are calling that pr0nstep now take me out and dance till three you dont even have to talk ill be fine squinting and flailing cherishing wild gesticulation raking my fingers through the head giving you a new hairstyle to make fun of in the morning i gush through my body language throwing hands out making public seem private this is the dance floor we can scour for whats left at close IS THAT A ***** PACK?? here stick my stuff in there forget that parking ticket i know a guy drive me home i have something i want to show you
bring me shad roe
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
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