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• Artiste: For Sale
• Titre: Clit
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Still remember the days when I was just a little boy and half the way a puppet was my only toy I made it do whatever I want(ed) it to and in return it showed me how I wanna be We were playing games of conquering the outer world and we ignored the dangers that we could be hurt we built our dreams on vulnerability and at the same time we tried to taste our mother?s womb And we all gonna be family with no guarantee for life Now I?m grown up a girl made me her only toy and half the day she treats me like that little boy she makes me do whatever she wants me to but in return I take away her innermost We?re playing games of mutual sympathy and I ignored the feelings coming over me we build our dreams on unfulfilled needs and at the same time we try to taste our mother?s womb And we all gonna be a big family