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Unwashed Cotton Panties
I know he did it
I just know he stole my unwashed cotton panties
Hands trembling at their white, female softness
As he stole them from my dirty laundry basket
And tonight he'll kneel and worship
And pay homage to his goddess.
And pay homage at the alter
Of her unwashed cotton panties
I just know he stole my unwashed cotton panties
Hands trembling at their white, female softness
As he stole them from my dirty laundry basket
And tonight he'll kneel and worship
And pay homage to his goddess.
And pay homage at the alter
Of her unwashed cotton panties
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