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October 16, 2004 - 2:48 pm
I don’t need her hands, I don’t need her warmth, I don’t need her smell, I don’t need her femininity, I don’t need her legs, I don’t need her arms, her caresses, her belly belly belly, I don’t need her voice, her talk, her lips, Me don’t need her, I don’t need her… Her face, her eyes, her skin, soft fingers, cute clothes, her story. I don’t need to sneak into her bed, and to snuggle up against her… ohohoh, no… why would I need to do that?? I don’t need her, and that’s good, cuz I don’t have her. Fucking Christ. My hitchhiker. Please Don't Feed the Ego (CD) 1994 Eternal Yip Eye Music
I don’t fucking need any breasts at all, in the whole world… got it? Yeah, that’s it, so keep on doing this way, I’m fine, I love my life, everything’s perfect… |
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