i could be good listener
don't you know that but i
can't hear your whispers
cause your mouth is full
i see your eyes roll back
begging for more loving
i have given most i have
even my friday tee time
how could you want it all
you're so cruel; i let you
for all things you do i
love to have it too, why?
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