April
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If I where a black cloth of cotton I'd burn in the flames of passion I wont turn into vapour though a cloud of hot smoke I shall become smoke me like the cigarette between your lips The burning pile is dead now, black cloth of cotton is only cold ash Her hips moves around like a carousel Watch her while you dump me like the cigarette on the ground Don't even consider pick up that limb, you know...recycling stuff Light up another side of me while you watch hipgirl Light cloud, dark cloud, closed entertainment It cost to watch beutiful girl move her hips near you Ah, the smell of intercourse So sweet and disgusting. Lucky me, you never trashed me like her Even if you treat me like a cigarette You treat her like a annoying, still sexy, bug at least you rather blow a cig than blow a bug, eh? Light skin, dark bruises. Poor hipgirl she only got a buck for a true fuck Light up me again and take me to burn her pale skin Oh, lucky me
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