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Darling Don't
Hold me now, baby
For the hour is not in my hand
You're my doctor and my medicine,
Without you, all i see are guillotines
My heart cries and pleads,
Flower me your sun
Plant my seed in your garden
Sing to me my maiden of iron
Gold and silver i have some
Don't baby, my hot bun
Steaming from the inside
Fang me I'm ready to turn
Let's soar an glide,
And I'll guide you through every stride
The oil in my lamp is really crude,
And the protrude of your nude boob causes a feud
That my hands and loins wanna intrude
You were my fictitious obsession,
And Every time I laid my eyes on you
got my heart on a confession
The miss alignments of your body are good
Serviced with grace and character under the hood
Two words, that's all it took
Darling don't,
that's not the ending of our book.
For the hour is not in my hand
You're my doctor and my medicine,
Without you, all i see are guillotines
My heart cries and pleads,
Flower me your sun
Plant my seed in your garden
Sing to me my maiden of iron
Gold and silver i have some
Don't baby, my hot bun
Steaming from the inside
Fang me I'm ready to turn
Let's soar an glide,
And I'll guide you through every stride
The oil in my lamp is really crude,
And the protrude of your nude boob causes a feud
That my hands and loins wanna intrude
You were my fictitious obsession,
And Every time I laid my eyes on you
got my heart on a confession
The miss alignments of your body are good
Serviced with grace and character under the hood
Two words, that's all it took
Darling don't,
that's not the ending of our book.
Published 13th Jun 2016
| Edited 26th Aug 2020
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