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Blonde Prostitute Lyrics

The vomit on your lips tastes like the s** of a twin sister
I can hear your stomach knot as another threshold is reached and crossed
Imagination is the key
So destroy with the nails
Repair with the tongue and repeat
It only hurts if you look
I am a velvet corpse kneeling before you and for a split second your eyes were lambs as my fingers slipped around your neck on the way to heaven
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