who? who? who? oh, really?

I'm a victim of this song (wicked game), Pipilotti Rist

29 de julho de 2011

roses are red, pickles are green



Roses are red, pickles are green
I love your legs and whats between
I like your style i like your class
But most of all i like your ass
Im a cool guy, in a cool town
I am a real mother f*cker always laying girls down
kissing is a sport
f*cking is a game
guys get all the pleasure
girls get all the pain
we say we love you
you belive its true
9 months later,
we say the hell with you
the baby is a bastard
the mother is a whore
all this wouldnt have happened
if the rubber wouldnt have torn
sex is when a guys comunication
enters a girls information
to increase the population
for a younger generation
do you get the information...
or do you need a demonstaration
roses are red
violets are corney,
when i think of you
ohh baby i get horny,
eat me,
beat me,
bite me,
blow me,
suck me,
f*ck me,
very slowly,
if you kiss me
dont be sassy,
use your tounge
and make it nasty

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