on the ever leaf, i ever leave, ever leaving, living criminally.the feeling dont be a rocking pirate boat.it be the welfare letter i wrote.i eat artichokes? no.i eat my own throat.i wont float a check but i will wipe the deck with your smile, your gleeming teeth have been bugging me for a while now.give me good head clearance, im near it, the end of my limits.gettin it on is a white boys pond and motley crue have been in it.
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