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Punkin
She likes all those punk things.
Her heart sleeps with the it.
Old school horror punk.
With a skull.
Before some asshole fucked them up.
My sentiments exactly sweetheart.
Do her boots look good?...Check!
Is she looking skin tight?...Fuck yes!
That's madness to ask.
Of course she knows she does.
Putting our bodies right up against each other...and all the other sweaty drunks.
Baby just swiggin a beer and dancing up against me...my ravishing little punk.
Her heart sleeps with the it.
Old school horror punk.
With a skull.
Before some asshole fucked them up.
My sentiments exactly sweetheart.
Do her boots look good?...Check!
Is she looking skin tight?...Fuck yes!
That's madness to ask.
Of course she knows she does.
Putting our bodies right up against each other...and all the other sweaty drunks.
Baby just swiggin a beer and dancing up against me...my ravishing little punk.
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