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• Artiste: Of Montreal
• Titre: Plastic Wafer
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Lover face, I'll view you as the revolver Introduced in my play, act one Lover face, wanna make you ejaculate Until it's no longer fun I confess to really being quite charmed By your feminine effects You're the only one with whom I would role play Oedipus Rex I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know how it feels I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know how it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious song Lover face, you're a scandal Your body is so wrong, wrong Bless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me While our hands explore each other's human vessels Oh you know, like four excited spiders I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know how it feels I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know how it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la You gave me such a rush Make my whole body blush I don't care if they say you're just my crutch I know you're not, you're the only good thing I've got Everything's so much more complicated over the phone You are such a star, oh, you know you are I just once looked through today Had the mind to call your name, internally Through my seventh sense that's hallucinating Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizens I just came in your arms tonight You and I are friends, not some polemic To be puzzled over, listened They set my wings so randomly When you're dead, I'll search for you like Orpheus I'll find you some way You are such a fucking star, oh, you know you are I'll tell you one thing I know You want my kisses in your narcissistic collapse Cause it's so painful when they amputate the tay gog