| You, like me, feel yourself so fuckin' free,
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| Fuckin' cool at parties, with friends,
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| Don’t care about caching some girl…
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| I’ve got the same force hey,
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| You knows that when you’ll come back home
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| Someone’ll be there to smile you a certainty
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| She different, almost. |
| 30 years,
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| Always, horny, excited out yeah
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| The tongue’s out, but her foggy eyes
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| Can’t stop me feeling her loneliness
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| A mask, an excuse, an image to always say yes
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| Jen
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| Torn skin, sad small tits she has got,
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| But a middle-age man fly her around, a choice or not!?
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| The tongue’s out, but her foggy eyes
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| Can’t stop me to feel her loneliness,
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| A lechery mask, to hide the sea of doubts:
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| They bring her around, I feel it, doesn’t she know!?
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| I cry for her, It can take my happiness,
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| Do something more than lickin' their cumshots Jen
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| Jen, I’ve loved her just a minute
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| But it has been enough. |