It's Alaska outside, so much alcohol in my body it's hell when I piss. I can feel the heat burning, I'm peeling her skin.
I'm handsome, she's got a point, a snake really clings to me. 'Good girl and badboy, I appreciate the cliché,' I think about it as I stroke her clit.
I'm slimy, but she gives a shit as long as the paper runs liquid.
Bitch, syrup and mixtures have made her lean as a fuse. Rothschild, Rochelle pink locks, looks like she from good family.
Attention whore, I know why' you fuck me, shut up and give me tongue, I'm not your psychiatrist.
About problems at home, how cowardly you are, I don't give a fuck; you're hopeless now, father missing, mother fucking someone else, long-distance love, whore friend, cuts on your arm, I already told you I don't give a fuck.
By trade a cashier, by manners I'm monsieur, if you allow I'll take the thighs, until you get off or the dose goes down.
Don't cry, this is not therapy, there is seed of empathy in me but I'd rather put two fingers in your mouth and shut you up.
You're lonely, you want company, orgy heptarchy. I'm a Hollywood bad boy; I fuck you and disappear in the dark. I'm too young, I can't be a father, I'll give you trauma not a son...bitch.