**** yea...
The ***** let me out: heart and soul!
All mine now; just me against the world.
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
For now? A kiss? A caress? A tribute; I demand it!
Been too long since I tasted the honey of a woman--
Locked away from ***** like a celibate ******
It's ******* barbaric!
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
In the whole-wide-word
There's a world of holes made to be wide.
Ripped loose...
Ripped loose...
Ripped loose...
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
**** yea...
The ***** let me out: heart and soul!
All mine now; just me against the world.
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
For now? A kiss? A caress? A tribute; I demand it!
Been too long since I tasted the honey of a woman--
Locked away from ***** like a celibate ******
It's ******* barbaric!
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
In the whole-wide-word
There's a world of holes made to be wide.
Ripped loose...
Ripped loose...
Ripped loose...
(But we'll worry about the Apocalypse later)
shrug
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