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letra de girl, interrupted - dez & nobs

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[intro]
just as knowing music won’t make you a fine musician
knowing s-x won’t make you a fine lover either
cause making great s-x, like making great music, takes effort and practice

makes perfect sense to me
but it all depends on how the other person tends to be
especially with ultra sensitive tendencies
she wasn’t meant for me
it all stems from the-
deep down need for a chick whos always honest
wanna f-ck? let’s f-ck
no strings attached, promise
hahaha

“i want you to know all about me.”

so the words is crawling out
she jar -n-logies between inner thighs and dinner time
dima taps and tap a dimes
as if she didn’t mind sipping slime
like minute maid or orange crush. it torments us
we hide behind the performance of
award winning puppetry, poetry, mockery, debauchery
it’s more plastic than tupperware
she fluffs her hair around to one side of her neck
looks to me and says

“if you want to feel my br–sts, it’s all right.”

i thought might, might this test be of some sort?
is there someone else watching she’s putting up a front for?
a jealous ex-herbivore, peeping from the distance?
a scaredy cat k!ller with a leaf in his suspicions?
hahah nahhh, promoters only pack these venues with geeks
maybe the crazy b-tch is a genuine freak
just trying to get her name in the behemoth album liner

“look between my legs at my v-g-n-.”

girl interrupted, skirt lifted up with a disturbing smirk
as she opened up the curtain to her -moan-
the most pervert-est discussion that i’ve had in weeks
i grab her by her tatt’d sleeve, and her scarred up pencil thin wrist i softly clutch
as we’re walking up to the rental whip i think i’ll call her bluff like
what would you say to me if i just said to you

“i want you to take special interest in my genitals”

ohhhh sh-t

“are they large or small? touch them.”

what then? yours or mine fraulein? you borderline, with a rip cord for a spine
so i’mma pull the string and watch you recoil
you so greasy that you probably bleed oil
but that’s some other sh-t
so what if it’s you just want someone else who you can suffer with
a motherless daddy’s little girl who covers with one hand to shut me up
the other reaches into my pants. i’m thinking out loud

“feel my p-n-s in your hands.”

she squeezes it expands, kinda like my ego
which performs better under pressure right-in front other people
she mutters something evil
pops the cap and as the lipstick twists i hear ” six, six, six ”
she says “s-x dez, s-x” and with her stick shift grip she lines me up
like a stepped on gram as if with eyeb-lls sidekick i get her br–sts on cam
yo, yo steve you getting service?

“now, insert it.”

said the beast to the vixen
we weave through positions
like a school of hills
her attention fueled appeal
starts to get fuzzy and the more it blurs
it becomes more clear that you’re to her
what she’s to you, some temporary sort of cure
and just as that thought occurs
you realize you the same person you talk sh-t about
when out this chicken’s mouth

“how wonderful this feels.”

but only one of you reveal the truth when you rambled
sounded like the samples and bad touch example

huh, i even let her call me daniel, but now i know
that really i’m the only guilty one
with no one to blame but my filthy tongue
but i wanna keep her as a fan so i just wait until she’s done

“ride my p-n-s build your pleasure, feel me, and let your pleasure come.”

call me

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