The Man That I Am With My Man Lyrics
| Song | The Man That I Am With My Man |
| Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
| Album | The Smell Of Our Own |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gibb | |
| The man that I am with my man | |
| His warm coals heat toes | |
| A shower cleans the surface and holes | |
| Water, soap and hands | |
| I sit while he stands | |
| Over me I can hardly see | |
| That he is peeing on my shoulders and knees | |
| A warm, wet, yellow breeze | |
| He towels my head until dry | |
| And leads me to his bed opened wide | |
| For my penis, nose, fingers and feet | |
| Body worn and set for sleep | |
| Taking out my hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| 'cause when we're brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Tamed but feeling no blame | |
| Taking my red wishes in hand | |
| Until my eyes have closed | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Pulled, poked and probed | |
| His tongue licks my armpits and chest | |
| Warm, red, salt and wet | |
| Making a cut with a knife on my hand | |
| Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins | |
| On my knees I do the same to my man | |
| Blood juices loosen me up, in me I feel man in man | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and pets my head | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| 'cause when we're brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The men, they are men with their men | |
| Raised in an army camp | |
| They spit on my tarnished hands | |
| And pull at my underpants | |
| I'll be the man who I am with my man | |
| Dressed in borrowed clothes | |
| He softens my deep blues with his thighs | |
| The fear of ocean underside | |
| Taking out their hands | |
| They lift me up and we all stand | |
| We may be in the army or the klan | |
| 'cause when we're brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| 'cause when we're brothers in blood then we are brothers in band |
| zuo qu : Gibb | |
| The man that I am with my man | |
| His warm coals heat toes | |
| A shower cleans the surface and holes | |
| Water, soap and hands | |
| I sit while he stands | |
| Over me I can hardly see | |
| That he is peeing on my shoulders and knees | |
| A warm, wet, yellow breeze | |
| He towels my head until dry | |
| And leads me to his bed opened wide | |
| For my penis, nose, fingers and feet | |
| Body worn and set for sleep | |
| Taking out my hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Tamed but feeling no blame | |
| Taking my red wishes in hand | |
| Until my eyes have closed | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Pulled, poked and probed | |
| His tongue licks my armpits and chest | |
| Warm, red, salt and wet | |
| Making a cut with a knife on my hand | |
| Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins | |
| On my knees I do the same to my man | |
| Blood juices loosen me up, in me I feel man in man | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and pets my head | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The men, they are men with their men | |
| Raised in an army camp | |
| They spit on my tarnished hands | |
| And pull at my underpants | |
| I' ll be the man who I am with my man | |
| Dressed in borrowed clothes | |
| He softens my deep blues with his thighs | |
| The fear of ocean underside | |
| Taking out their hands | |
| They lift me up and we all stand | |
| We may be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band |
| zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
| The man that I am with my man | |
| His warm coals heat toes | |
| A shower cleans the surface and holes | |
| Water, soap and hands | |
| I sit while he stands | |
| Over me I can hardly see | |
| That he is peeing on my shoulders and knees | |
| A warm, wet, yellow breeze | |
| He towels my head until dry | |
| And leads me to his bed opened wide | |
| For my penis, nose, fingers and feet | |
| Body worn and set for sleep | |
| Taking out my hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Tamed but feeling no blame | |
| Taking my red wishes in hand | |
| Until my eyes have closed | |
| The man that i am with my man | |
| Pulled, poked and probed | |
| His tongue licks my armpits and chest | |
| Warm, red, salt and wet | |
| Making a cut with a knife on my hand | |
| Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins | |
| On my knees I do the same to my man | |
| Blood juices loosen me up, in me I feel man in man | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and pets my head | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| Solid is the rock of my man | |
| The men, they are men with their men | |
| Raised in an army camp | |
| They spit on my tarnished hands | |
| And pull at my underpants | |
| I' ll be the man who I am with my man | |
| Dressed in borrowed clothes | |
| He softens my deep blues with his thighs | |
| The fear of ocean underside | |
| Taking out their hands | |
| They lift me up and we all stand | |
| We may be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band | |
| Taking out his hand | |
| He lifts me up and we both stand | |
| We could be in the army or the klan | |
| ' cause when we' re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band |
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