| You’re a beauty, look so fine
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| The fairest maid I’ve ever seen
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| One single glance into your eyes
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| Sends shivers running down my spine
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| I long for you every single hour
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| I long for you with every draw of breath
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| To listen to your voice when you are gently talking
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| Makes me feel eternal bliss
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| I am of ancient manners
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| Believe in ancient rites
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| Got some old-fashioned present
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| For You, my love, tonight
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| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
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| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass!
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| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
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| An other access?
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| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
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| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass!
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| You and me will last forever
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| I’ll ever be right by your side
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| With tender arms I will embrace you
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| I will hold you through the night
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| I am a man with great refinement
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| I am a man of high esteem
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| Walking the way from Ivy-League to Stoneage —
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| It is shorter than it seems
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| I am of ancient manners
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| Believe in ancient rites
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| Got some old-fashioned present
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| For You, my love, tonight
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| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
|
| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass!
|
| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
|
| An other access?
|
| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
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| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass!
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| Your gentle touch now makes me shiver
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| I yearn for you with all my heart
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| The load of Amors joyous quiver
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| Is cocked and ready to depart
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| I am a man with great refinement
|
| I am a man of high esteem
|
| Walking the way from Ivy-League to Stoneage-It
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| Is shorter than it seems
|
| I am of ancient manners
|
| Believe in ancient rites
|
| Got some old-fashioned present
|
| For You, my love, tonight
|
| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
|
| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass!
|
| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
|
| An other access?
|
| Fistful! |
| Fistful! |
| Fistful of Love!
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| Into your poop-shoot, into your ass! |