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Sticky sweet wet twister.

Heated lips, and a famished complexion -
Consumable, shaded, rayless eyes,
Attained obsessive perfection,
Oh boy in your darkened jacket, I’m in need of your affection.
Greedy for dreams, give me all of your attention.
Greedy for dreams, give me all of your attention.
My words are like sugar baby, a sticky sweet wet twister,
Hot, seductive lullabies in a sleep talk whisper,
I walked in the alley way, dug deep, and kissed her
You can’t lie to me,
Can you mister?

Well, I'm not going to talk to you - not ever,
And the goal is to get you to love me forever.




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