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• Artiste: The Baptist Generals
• Titre: Clitorpus Christi
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My god that trollop was loud She told me that I was her king Cause I paid her well She could lie like my mother She told me that I was a dream She told me that I was a dream How is it that people get proud I cannot get out of this public house Where the soap gets stolen every single day- is another day I get to smell myself It gets in the way to have to smell myself Does not remind me of a one room motel Made of milk and my lips on the skin of a girl She was mad and she was mean when she went quiet on the world She took to climbing the insides of my heart She was not so afraid of the dark My god that trollop was loud She told me that I was her king Cause I paid her well She could lie like my mother She told me that I was a dream