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Burn Baby Burn
Burn baby burn
Why you holding onto that tub?
Where you gonna rub that greasy stuff?
Slap it on your dick, make it slick, you make me feel sick.
Stick it in your brother
Would you do this to any other?
Incestuous meetings, strange greetings, two hearts beating down an alley, acting pally, why you dilly dally? Making out you're just playing when all the time you are laying
together slowl...
Wednesday 7th February 2024 1:36 pm
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