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When I saw you in that ditch |
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I knew you wanted me bad |
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your stiff broken body stimulated my glands |
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threw you in a bag took you away with me |
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to a cheap motel at the end of the street |
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checked in locked the door |
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had you be my sleazy whore |
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orally, anally, you gave me everything for free |
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snuck you in cause I didnt want to pay for two |
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what fun Im gonna have with a girl like you |
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cockroaches skittering across my back |
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as I infiltrated your bloated crack |
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found an old rubber on the soiled rug |
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drilled you, spilled it on your glaze eyed mug |
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left you behind for anothers joy |
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no guilt or emotion, just a hot sex toy |
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a job well done deserves a generous tip |
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left a twenty dollar bill on your sticky lip |
