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Hunger
The rumbles, the rumbles grow long and linger
The way I yearn, the reach of my finger
My body aches for this one fantasy
The one thing to renew my sanity
The sweet, the sour, salty or bitter
Whichever one reaches there quicker
Move down below 'til I say stop
The more the better-... drop... drop
The way I yearn, the reach of my finger
My body aches for this one fantasy
The one thing to renew my sanity
The sweet, the sour, salty or bitter
Whichever one reaches there quicker
Move down below 'til I say stop
The more the better-... drop... drop
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