This is horror movie stuff. The muffin is peach, you're 'makin' love'. You mean this opera involves handcuffs? I lay defeated. Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet. She's a girl and she's loving me. But distance is my tendency. I am defeated.
Have you lost your place? I wore my doormat face. I hung my this or that. I laid my welcome mat.
If I'm your oyster, where's the war? You leave me gasping, tattered and torn. I know you can't find a fork. I am just a little acorn. Well, acorns grow to mighty trees. You've got sauce, but you don't have knees. Now look who's asking pretty please. I lay defeated.
Have you lost your place? I wore my doormat face. I hung my this or that. I laid my welcome mat.
Call your bathroom friends around. I will fake a little frown. I will be your little clown, Easily defeated. Yeah, shut the door and open wide. Seconal and astroglide. Fuck with me and traumatize. Don't you see I love your hide? All the beauty that's trapped inside. Can't you see I love your hide? Can't you see I love your hide? Can't you see it?
Have you lost your place? I wore my doormat face. I hung my this or that. I laid my welcome mat.
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