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Where There Is Smoke
From out of the pot rises the aroma of minestrone, and on TV RuPaul, the
fanciest Drag queen of them all. Stroking my pud as I spoon mom's beans
casting a shadow on the wall of fools in Heaven. Wanking at Dark town
Strutters Ball. But it's just a little pud made out of the mud and plastered
to my groin. Singing verses of, I'm a little teapot, as madmen and clowns
rain down porn on my charade. Welcome to my Cheetos, blowing smoke up
your catheter of gold
fanciest Drag queen of them all. Stroking my pud as I spoon mom's beans
casting a shadow on the wall of fools in Heaven. Wanking at Dark town
Strutters Ball. But it's just a little pud made out of the mud and plastered
to my groin. Singing verses of, I'm a little teapot, as madmen and clowns
rain down porn on my charade. Welcome to my Cheetos, blowing smoke up
your catheter of gold
Published 6th Aug 2022
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