You’re the omen that all has changed that was deranged.
And even if you stomp me ‘til me sore,
no matter what, I’d bleed to be your whore.
And even if the cancer grows until we explode, I’m yours.
Boy, I need your love, so give it to me.
Boy, I need your touch, so lay it on me.
Boy, I need your love; I need your touch, I’m yours.
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twotonmantaray said:
oh come on you :)
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