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• Artiste: SOFIA ISELLA
• Titre: Above The Neck
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Everything above the neck Everything but the imitation of youth must be given up at the desk Everything but the look that sells You're twelve looking twenty, or you're twenty looking twelve And you're tight, and you're baby, and you're sexy about it And you're subtle and doe-eyed in a toddler's outfit And her eyes are crossed and big and bright and bug And she withers around like a salty slug There's a beautiful balance to realize and reach When the women act like both a child and a sex beast Men are titillated by that delicate line Between sex song and nursery rhyme Over time, you'll not remember normalcy Because normalcy is what you see repeatedly So there will be nothing to miss It must be so relieving for you to hear this Mm If I mimic sex like some kind of clothed recreation Slightly alter your emotional situation If I transform into masterbation motivation Something that's more open to interpretation All of a sudden, your desire to understand Head popped out of your ass, you're a wide-eyed kitten man Your jaw will unhinge like a trapdoor open wide And in, my words will pour like a fuckin' Slip 'N Slide 'Cause sex is everywhere, it's everything you see It's baked into the air, breathe, baby, breathe it Sex is everywhere, and if it's not, then somebody will put it there They'll put it there (They'll put it there, and they'll put it there) Your hands are down your pants, you're settled in for the night It's time to watch eighteen-year-olds on a private browser site But eighteen years isn't short enough for you They have pigtails and Hello Kitty shorts on to undo They've learned that the closer you look like to a kid The more money you get from a forty-two-year-old piece of shit So on screen, they'll touch a dick and act so confused Because cluelessness is easier to get off to There's no button to push for third base I'm not trying to seduce you, fuckface I'll be out in your lawn, covered in snot I get away with so much shit 'cause you think I'm hot Oh, you'll praise the virgin, self absorbent You think your penis is very important But if something's dirty after you touch it The problem is your hands, dipshit, cut it off Sex is everywhere, it's everything you see It's baked into the air, breathe, baby, breathe it Sex is everywhere, and if it's not, then somebody will put it there They'll put it there (They'll put it there) (They'll put it there) (They'll put it there) (Sex everywhere) (It's everywhere) (It's everywhere) (It's everywhere) All the women are fighting crime Showing tits and ass at the same time They're multitaskers, we draw the lines Anything's true if it rhymes The key in the hole, the mighty sword Praise the manslut, praise The Lord They'd fuck a pie, a dead body But you live to please, you live to please