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My Face Is Your Sofa

My roses are red, but my clouds are dark
Fuck the auto-correct, I don't need the remarks
I'm up till six, playing your silly love pranks
Time to smash, I'll make your muscle crank

You call me chicken head, and I love it!
forget the sofa bed, here's my face, come sit!
Get over your sad losses, with me you will find profit
I'll give you sex in doses, and that will get you sorted

Boil some milk for me, cos I think I'm gonna need it
Been giving you these good dick for a while, I really need a minute
I've gotta refill my energy, I think it's getting finished
Let your coochie cool off for a bit, cos I just had it diminished

I hear a thunder, I think it's a rain pour
Why you're sitting over there, come here let's start a sex war
Give me some knowledge, what are you still waiting for?
Let me be your dope boy, and you be my adorable whore!
Written by deepcompasion
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