| Bonded to my breast from birth, milkin me to purify
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| Nurse your growing hunger for the fluid that will satisfy
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| Feel my body swelling, engorged to overflow
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| Pump your filthy mouths into your willing guts below
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| Shake!
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| When you’re feeling empty, feeling oh so low
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| Nurse upon my body, bask in the warm womb glow
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| Can you feel my body swelling? |
| Engorged to overflow
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| Pump you filthy mouths into your willing guts below
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| Now you shake until your master calls you
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| Shake until your mother bleeds
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| Shake until the fluid calms you
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| Till you suckle form the one who feeds
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| Filling the void inside you, toasty warm it’s oh so nice
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| Seeking worldly pleasure, mother’s milks not your only vice
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| Can you feel my body swelling? |
| Engorged to overflow
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| Pump your filthy mouths into your willing guts below
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| Now you shake until our master calls you
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| Shake until your mother bleeds
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| Shake until the fluid calms you
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| Still you suckle from the one who feeds
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| Lying here beside me, take it all from my body
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| Oh, don’t try to crawl back inside, from where you came |