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The rich man’s fantasy
The rich man’s fantasy:
The room is in the basement, I got it set up
They will be here soon, I will get ready, and they know how they are to address you
They know you’re my mistress, and they said they wanted it
They know you will talk threw me
They will never be allowed to touch you, unless you say
Just the tantalizing beat of steel drums, and the mind bending ambient sounds, fills the room
I busted glasses on the cement floor, to make this a feeling…to die for
Crawl to me, my spineless little pig; you’re my special little bitch
You see all those men
They got a fantasy, and um you’re going to give it to them, just for me
Now tell me you want it, you need it, beg me, beg me
I cooked this batch with just a bit of backing soda I used a penny for the pull
Its big, you want it, you lick your dry lips, and they want it
They need to crawl over here, with pipe, in hand; I cut this, to the precise gram
I want them naked and crawling to me now
Seascape
The room is in the basement, I got it set up
They will be here soon, I will get ready, and they know how they are to address you
They know you’re my mistress, and they said they wanted it
They know you will talk threw me
They will never be allowed to touch you, unless you say
Just the tantalizing beat of steel drums, and the mind bending ambient sounds, fills the room
I busted glasses on the cement floor, to make this a feeling…to die for
Crawl to me, my spineless little pig; you’re my special little bitch
You see all those men
They got a fantasy, and um you’re going to give it to them, just for me
Now tell me you want it, you need it, beg me, beg me
I cooked this batch with just a bit of backing soda I used a penny for the pull
Its big, you want it, you lick your dry lips, and they want it
They need to crawl over here, with pipe, in hand; I cut this, to the precise gram
I want them naked and crawling to me now
Seascape
Published 31st Jul 2014
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