I eat raspberries, I fuck Polina
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I’m composing, damn it, an epic about a trip to the Chui Valley
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I hear groans. |
Anton, see you in the next world
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Thank you for infecting me. |
Oh fuck, pink bra
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I often remember, sifak - even more often
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And less often - how he farted it between the legs in
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Longitudinal hole all evening
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From six o'clock against wool
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I am flattered by the ring on my finger
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From the mouth pours the song of the clear falcon
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I look in both, an eye for an eye
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Already wet near the edge of Verina feather bed
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Give me a beast, I'll fuck Sid Spirin
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He is a handsome faggot
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My mattress stinks of cat piss
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It smells like cat piss, I remember this smell
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When you took it in your mouth, wow - cotton
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Fucking half weight
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Then in the bathroom again warm up in your mouth and okay
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Your horn sparkles furiously and smoothly
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Pioneer tie
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Hold on to the chair, I will fuck you in the pussy
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To this music. |
Better under the radio
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Yes, it would be better to fuck you two, enough for everyone
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Everyone is fucked, everyone is happy
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I eat raspberries, I fuck Polina
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Half liter of beer broken bottle
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Irka's fucker is broken
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Sperm on lips dries slowly
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I'll put a dick in your mouth again, probably
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Still, your trousers are shabby
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Put the chip in her booth
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Film industry, panties ripped
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You have a mustache on your pussy, a narrow sphincter in your ass
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And you squeal like a pig. |
Turned over on the back
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You've been kicked out. |
I threw up on your eblo
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Now it smells sweet and gentle. |
I'll piss, perhaps
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On your clothes, on your belly
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There is a fucking piercing in the navel, we tear it out
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We pinch the boobs with pliers. |
So much fun
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So good. |
Powder smells like cat piss |