






UR FIRENDS SAID UR A WHORE,
UR FRIENDS SAID UR ACTING LIKE A TWO BIT WHORE,YOU GO HARD CORE,
BUT U NEED A CURE,FOR THAT OPEN SORE DOWN THERE,THEY SAID UR THE VILLAGE DOOR,
ONE GOES IN AND 2 COMES OUT,UR NEVER SATISFIED,UR ALWAYS ON THE PROWL,ROAMING ABOUT,ANOTHER ONE,
ANOTHER MAN,IN UR BED,OR UR ABOUT TO WED, ITS ALL IN UR HEAD, NO FUTURE, NO PLANS,2 MANY MEN, U CHEATED,
STEAL AND LIE OH ME O MY, DAM!!! LETS SEE, 1 2 3 FOUR, IN THE DARK UR KNOWN AS PUSSY GALORE,UR NEVER
SATISFIED,FROM THE FACTORY TO THE STORE,FROM THE OCEAN TO THE SHORE, ON THE CIELING TO
THE FLOOR, DAM WHOSE KEEPING SCORE,UR A TIME BOMB READY TO EXPLORE, UR VERY
ALLURE,BUT UR FRIENDS SAID UR A WHORE,AFTER SEX U FALL OUT AND SNORE,
ITS HARD TO IGNORE,CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU WRECK YOURSELF.
2 MANY DICKS MIGHT BE BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH,
AHAHAHAHAHHAH HOE
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