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Don't
Don't tell me, I don't want to know.
Please stop speaking, or I'll have to go.
Don't tell me, I can't hear any more.
Please, just shut up, or I'm out the door.
I don't want to hear how good she is.
I don't want to know that it's her you miss.
I couldn't care less that she's oh so hot.
Stop telling me how she hit the spot.
Stop talking about the writhing and the sweat.
I don't want to hear of the four poster bed.
Stop speaking, I am begging, it's true.
I don't want to know how well she screws you.
I don't care about her lickable lips.
I don't care about her snakelike hips.
Shut up about her amazing tits.
Seriously, are you trying to make me feel this?
Stop talking about the wet patch,
I couldn't care less if she's a good catch.
Stop telling me about what you did to her.
I don't care about the cigarette after.
That's real nice, the hair stuck in your throat,
Oh, good, you like to make her choke?
That's exactly what I needed to hear.
Shut up, can you not see the lone tear?
I know I'm your friend and this is kind of my job.
But stop dishing the dirt before I lose the plot.
I've only just caught up that we can only be friends.
Stop talking, and this doesn't have to be the end.
Please stop speaking, or I'll have to go.
Don't tell me, I can't hear any more.
Please, just shut up, or I'm out the door.
I don't want to hear how good she is.
I don't want to know that it's her you miss.
I couldn't care less that she's oh so hot.
Stop telling me how she hit the spot.
Stop talking about the writhing and the sweat.
I don't want to hear of the four poster bed.
Stop speaking, I am begging, it's true.
I don't want to know how well she screws you.
I don't care about her lickable lips.
I don't care about her snakelike hips.
Shut up about her amazing tits.
Seriously, are you trying to make me feel this?
Stop talking about the wet patch,
I couldn't care less if she's a good catch.
Stop telling me about what you did to her.
I don't care about the cigarette after.
That's real nice, the hair stuck in your throat,
Oh, good, you like to make her choke?
That's exactly what I needed to hear.
Shut up, can you not see the lone tear?
I know I'm your friend and this is kind of my job.
But stop dishing the dirt before I lose the plot.
I've only just caught up that we can only be friends.
Stop talking, and this doesn't have to be the end.
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