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Speaking of the Devil
On my arms..my chin does rest...my eyes look low...and I see colored pixels in the room...this world isn't real but neither are you...I wish I could damn you to the dark side of the moon...or into a lava pit...make you feel my love...feel how you destroyed it..
Anguish never hit me so hard...nausea goes along with your name...and then my phone rings...what? So now you calling me after you left with no reasoning? Oh you thought I'd be waiting...fuck you think I am clown?
Checking to see if you got me down? I'll bury you..theres dirt under my nails...but I'm a lady at all times...this pussy is mines...I trained her well...I don't need your dick...thats why I' m bi bitch...I know how to get this pussy licked...fuck you think I am!
Anguish never hit me so hard...nausea goes along with your name...and then my phone rings...what? So now you calling me after you left with no reasoning? Oh you thought I'd be waiting...fuck you think I am clown?
Checking to see if you got me down? I'll bury you..theres dirt under my nails...but I'm a lady at all times...this pussy is mines...I trained her well...I don't need your dick...thats why I' m bi bitch...I know how to get this pussy licked...fuck you think I am!
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