Am not some classy shade nor bubble buddies
Tangling in Tartarus to temper with your boobs
I may not have the right amount of coins
to entice you to sleep
I also may not have the right voice
to sing for you on cold nights of prey
I am now a believer
gifted with tricks that can last us for a lifetime
Follow my lead Babe
See the light I seek to bring to civilization
I seek a path to paradise
full of golden cornflakes with love and holy matrimony
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