she’s dead,
dead good
in bed,
on her head;
in the air;
thru’ the hair,
envy her there.
find me often
dancing in her
underwear,
wearing in her
bright new pair
of shoes.
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she’s dead,
dead good
in bed,
on her head;
in the air;
thru’ the hair,
envy her there.
find me often
dancing in her
underwear,
wearing in her
bright new pair
of shoes.