| When I first met you, I knew I loved you.
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| Now that one + one is two, I don’t wanna
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| cum inside of you. |
| Now I kiss your lips,
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| now I mount your hips. |
| Now I read
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| your mind, your slimey hind--Sublime!
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| I’m feeling the peeling, mind reeling.
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| I race unto the plague. |
| I’ll bring you
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| a big coat of butter--to slick your
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| dead dick way. |
| I’m in love with a
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| dead dog…
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| Paw in fist we stalk through the
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| rutabaga garden. |
| We’ve been to the clinic,
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| we know our love is clean. |
| We walk to-
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| gether, but fill up seperately. |
| We share
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| a cheese ball. |
| We just do it all. |
| The
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| butter so bitter, the shitter. |
| Well it
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| gapes vacantly. |
| The higher the litter,
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| the shitter, has justly righted three…
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| (The Death of Pookie)
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| You begin to bore me, with your breath
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| like rubber. |
| You scream «Don't stop»,
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| I hope you don’t pop. |
| I’m in love, with
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| a shove, meaty glove. |