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The Devil said give me a call
Nothing is more fucked up than
late night phone sex infomercials
half-dressed sexy ass women
prancing around holding a damn telephone
Satans direct hot line 1-900-ULONELY
flashes at the bottom of the screen
just below her massive tits
playing peek-a-boo with a halter top
I hope you die a miserable death inventor of the phone sex guy
you knew a brother would be fucked up by this time of night
owning a credit card that doesn’t register time
the smack is working and the bitch sounds good
I fucking hate you
you intelligent bastard
Written for the "tell me what can fuck off" comp.
late night phone sex infomercials
half-dressed sexy ass women
prancing around holding a damn telephone
Satans direct hot line 1-900-ULONELY
flashes at the bottom of the screen
just below her massive tits
playing peek-a-boo with a halter top
I hope you die a miserable death inventor of the phone sex guy
you knew a brother would be fucked up by this time of night
owning a credit card that doesn’t register time
the smack is working and the bitch sounds good
I fucking hate you
you intelligent bastard
Written for the "tell me what can fuck off" comp.
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