Don't you throw it!
You don't know it!
Crouching in your pussy
Pussy is a croucher
Dropping down with a
jawharp sound,
leaving the scenery
for the greenery
And I'm not knowing
no how
Transporting track
beams, to get you
where you're going
Deny what satisfies you
That sure ain't you
I want to paint you
I tingle, that's right
There is no room in here
to mingle
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