Bright plum lips
Bitter to the taste
Soured and untouched
Sweetheart angel baby divine
Salvaged by time
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of salt
A little sip of red wine
Sweetheart angel baby you're so fine
Come on
Pucker up
Let's see you shine
Do you want her on a stake? A skewer? A fig tree?
See?
She can be yours and yours and yours and even mine
And she wants you so bad it hurts to breathe
And she wants you so bad it hurts to breathe
And she wants you so bad
It hurts
To breathe
Religiously, religiously, religiously
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
Bright plum lips
Bitter to the taste
Soured and untouched
Sweetheart angel baby divine
Salvaged by time
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of salt
A little sip of red wine
Sweetheart angel baby you're so fine
Come on
Pucker up
Let's see you shine
Do you want her on a stake? A skewer? A fig tree?
See?
She can be yours and yours and yours and even mine
And she wants you so bad it hurts to breathe
And she wants you so bad it hurts to breathe
And she wants you so bad
It hurts
To breathe
Religiously, religiously, religiously
Purity is not
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