VI, by Sumit Singh
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brothel of disguise
brothel of disguise
brothel of disguise
brothel of disguise
who took your fries
you brought from africa
all you gentlemen, you blokes, you guys
witness you cock, disintegrating
see your talkful soul, always fainting
look at your physical needs
always pretending
three billion pullers
do i, or am i caring
play the way
they say
is the way
along the bay
and blue mountain
anyway, anyday
and you know
you don't care
to beware
yourself, the way
to make sure
what is happiness
i fuck dare |
Posted: 2005-10-06 10:02:04 UTC |
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