Yeah, what, you, uhu, c'mon Yeah, yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo, Ludacris, Virgo Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this, Nasir Baby girl, won't you
Virgin Mary had a one son, Oh, glory halleluja, Oh, pretty little baby, Glory be to the new born King. "Well, Mary how you call that pretty little baby
And I think that I wish I was virgin And I smile and I think of you And my first, very first entry Clumsy and romantic My special mix in you Clumsy like
Seven night before of scared birthday the lord make himself present at virgin's home Demons suck you pussy and fuck 'til the delight she isn't more virgin
Why does she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Gluing my manhood towards a manhole Like Pepe Le Pew would say, hey, hey, hey
Challenging conversations Help me to face what lies ahead Life is a mystery, your love is truly Unconditionally, I cried to the stars with a frozen heart
Get up, get it done, I'll take care of the facts Your muddled thoughts they don't mean too much to me There she stands, wheat in hand, the virgin she
Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls. People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor Love is all, all my soul You're my playground love Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains
Break Through, Check it out. Break Through, Check it out. I need a rich girl, so I can sip Champagne, spill it on her dress and she don't complain. She
I could tell you a fairytale, Hold your hand oh so small and frail, But these lies are to no avail In these blues I could give you security, Protect your
Virgin sexually assassinated balls deep severe vaginal trauma inflamed and swollen bleeding all over I go down and tongue fuck both canals consuming
She said come and take me in a field of rye Take me in my youth, not when I'm old and dry For the days are too short in time I am cold She said come
Look at the lady with the crazy stare in her eyes looks way past 50 though she's barely 35 sleeps most days in the city park every night down at Casey
Cry of distress It's a tearing pain The penetration Returning nightmare It's beyond retreive Your selfesteem Brutally attacked Tremendous bloodshed
[Music and Lyrics: Oneil Alexander] Her dying embrace still haunts within through the blackest shade of nightfall her enchanting voice it whispers serenades
[music composed and arranged by Buratto, Messina, Lonobile, Cartasegna, Gianotti, Agate; words by Messina, Buratto, Lonobile] 10 o' clock now, I slum
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