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Certain Meth
The way she moves is serpentine
Undulating as I pour the wine
She wraps me in her drunken coils
And tightens up as my blood boils
She then plies me with crystal meth
Disregarding my potential death
She wishes me the best of luck
And gets on her knees, begins to suck
Then it's my face between her thighs
Ears twisted to a thousand lies
But she's insatiable, or so it seems
And gets off on my muffled screams.
Undulating as I pour the wine
She wraps me in her drunken coils
And tightens up as my blood boils
She then plies me with crystal meth
Disregarding my potential death
She wishes me the best of luck
And gets on her knees, begins to suck
Then it's my face between her thighs
Ears twisted to a thousand lies
But she's insatiable, or so it seems
And gets off on my muffled screams.
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