Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Virgins, artist - Self Defense Family. Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
World Virgins |
| Pants don’t fit well. |
| Legs don’t feel right |
| Arts not tasteful. |
| Notes don’t sound nice |
| Shirt don’t fit well. |
| Chest don’t feel right |
| Works not tasteful. |
| Song don’t sound nice |
| Hat don’t fit well. |
| Head don’t feel right |
| Piece not tasteful. |
| Clang don’t sound nice |
| Shoes don’t fit well. |
| Feet don’t feel right |
| Looks not tasteful. |
| Hiss don’t sound nice |
| Tongue don’t fit well. |
| Teeth don’t feel right |
| Mouths not tasteful. |
| Bite don’t sound nice |
| Breasts don’t fit well. |
| Eyes don’t feel right |
| Skins not tasteful. |
| Moan don’t sound nice |
| Lungs don’t fit well. |
| Veins don’t feel right |
| Hearts not tasteful. |
| Beat don’t sound nice |
| Body don’t fit well. |
| Soul don’t feel right |
| Gods not tasteful. |
| Voice don’t sound nice |
| Harem guards of art |
| You listen and you touch, but you’ll never know lust |
| Pants don’t fit well. |
| Legs don’t feel right |
| Arts not tasteful. |
| Notes don’t sound nice |
| Shirt don’t fit well. |
| Chest don’t feel right |
| Works not tasteful. |
| Song don’t sound nice |
| Hat don’t fit well. |
| Head don’t feel right |
| Piece not tasteful. |
| Clang don’t sound nice |
| Shoes don’t fit well. |
| Feet don’t feel right |
| Looks not tasteful. |
| Hiss don’t sound nice |
| Tongue don’t fit well. |
| Teeth don’t feel right |
| Mouths not tasteful. |
| Bite don’t sound nice |
| Breasts don’t fit well. |
| Eyes don’t feel right |
| Skins not tasteful. |
| Moan don’t sound nice |
| Lungs don’t fit well. |
| Veins don’t feel right |
| Hearts not tasteful. |
| Beat don’t sound nice |
| Body don’t fit well. |
| Soul don’t feel right |
| Gods not tasteful. |
| Voice don’t sound nice |
| Harem guards of art |
| You listen and you touch, but you’ll never know lust |
| Your sandals walk in the steps I left |
| Your mouth feeds from the gills on my neck |
| I thrive — without your grip — You need — my cum to exist |