Please feed me up with your ground
Comedians look through the crowd
Tryin' to mend your crippled soul
Your penetration hotter than coals My queen of bluntness
My secret goddess Look through my ulcer it's opened again
Don't give me your money - I'm OK
I'm your child I need my womb
You're my sky. See you in tomb My queen of bluntness
My secret goddess
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