Keep It In Your Pants (Iip)
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Crimson Love
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You speak of children when you are mentally incapable,
stick your hand back down your pants,
Your lover...your mistress, your hand your only friend
write your poems little man,
speak of seductive dreams of shadows and Crimson,
That you wish you could have,
Imagine all this.... is something making you happy?
Erotic perhaps sexy, think of what Crimson could do,
remeber old man, I can do it better than you.
Bu şiiri puanla
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