Cigarette - text

I'm thrilled you're dressed to kill
But I'm in no mood to be murdered
If I don't think before I spill
I'm likely to get slaughtered
And you seem like a good time
I can see it now
The love drips down your face
And you seem like a good time
I've no interest for the flesh between your legs

And you know that I would touch myself
For the thing you'd least expect
So brace yourself and try not to complain

And let me light your cigarette

You're thrilled I'm set to spill
But I'll do this at my leasure
You impressed? I call this skill
My self-inflicted pleasure

And you seem like a good time
I can see it now
The love drips down your face
And you seem like a good time
I've no interested for the flesh between your legs

And you know that I would touch myself
For the thing you'd least expect
so brace yourself and try not to complain

And let me light your cigarette

Text přidala Vanesa000

Video přidal nightmareph

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