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not me
40's feet together old english style
smoke caress the leather
gun against the seat
foot accelerator, destination wile
please police pull me id love to have a rush, child blush my face rosy from the malt liquor
as if 80 aint fast enough. know when eyes transfix on still objects
nothing like the momment till death, gamble no flush
quote the temptress, you aint as rough as them
at least the change or front aint festering
i know like warewolves the full moon is calling
fuck the cycle cuddle with claws the scars are awesome
smoke caress the leather
gun against the seat
foot accelerator, destination wile
please police pull me id love to have a rush, child blush my face rosy from the malt liquor
as if 80 aint fast enough. know when eyes transfix on still objects
nothing like the momment till death, gamble no flush
quote the temptress, you aint as rough as them
at least the change or front aint festering
i know like warewolves the full moon is calling
fuck the cycle cuddle with claws the scars are awesome
Published 26th Aug 2010
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