Paroles de Prolonged Encounter
The class of smile you cannot feignA gift from some unwitting train
You came with me at your leisure
thinking home but I sought pleasure
Rigid tongue impeccably placed
mouth round cunt, hands on waist
Hesitations in your hands
awoke a sullen, sunken man
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
You taste just like an Irish whore
whose cunt and arse we kept before
I sense a quick-step in your hips
as I fuck your throat and your New Look lips
Eyes, tits glazed, face not phased
mind not swayed by your feminine ways
shrill imitations find no applause
as my cock distorts your vocal chords
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her? Pinned in palm, moist grip fails
Smashing through un-giving rails
Scream in pleasure when it fits
bemoan, be groped, beloved tits
A rush, full thrust, the spark inhaled
my silent cushion lies impaled
Why doesn't he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Hesitations in your hands
awoke a sullen, sunken man
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
You taste just like an Irish whore
whose cunt and arse we kept before
I sense a quick-step in your hips
as I fuck your throat and your New Look lips
Eyes, tits glazed, face not phased
mind not swayed by your feminine ways
shrill imitations find no applause
as my cock distorts your vocal chords
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her? Pinned in palm, moist grip fails
Smashing through un-giving rails
Scream in pleasure when it fits
bemoan, be groped, beloved tits
A rush, full thrust, the spark inhaled
my silent cushion lies impaled
Why doesn't he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
Why doesn’t he just fuck her?
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