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Black Letter Mealtime Creed
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Rozz Dyliams
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What's up with you What you doing out here this late in the rain I see you got a couple bags with you did you just get off a train Nervous thoughts going through my mind it got me going all insane Your pretty fine but only thing your shoulder posture got me feeling deeper disdain Your choice in footwear make me wanna vomit on myself but I refrain You could be a model if you wanted but you know you'll never make it these days Gaslamp light flicker got some lantern oil that'll keep you up for days Got a studio to go to (?) that made her eyebrow raise Your very pretty let me lead the way and lead the lamb to wanna take me on a date I wanna put your make-up on ya turn the cameras on and watch you slither like a snake I see you on the cover of a smutty publication with the faces you can make Or maybe in the center of the rubber publication posing on the latex page I wanna call you something cute to see if you respond to the same pet name I don't wanna play a gay sex game I would rather play head games Rap money just paid for the new XL dog cage No dog, just a water bowl you gotta understand that it's a flow state Left no mark, no trace No print, No face I feel like Fat Cage in a (?) out hormone rage What happened to Jane Mansfield on her last day, well okay Sometimes a way out finds us first that's why we gotta find out own way Lock and load, discharge treat it all like a throwaway To you I bestow a special gift for which many men will wanna pay You can stay as long as you want it doesn't look like you have anywhere to go today Something got my knees weak must be heavy pheromone odor stain
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