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stringy at the bottom?
Are they curly at the top?
Can you use them for a swatter?
Can you use them for a blotter?
Do your ears flip-flop?
Do your
morning I found a hair in your sink
The long stringy kind
Pardon me for misleading
But my papa don't raise no fools
And if you don't want to fail
you keep me (yeah)
The pussy get stringy every time you get cheesy (ah)
I used to get flowers and get fucked in the shower (yeah, uh)
My pussy ate
a perfect personality)
(A girl can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair)
(Or even just a bit bowed at the knee)
(If she can show a faultless
shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind
her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind
a perfect personality)
(A girl can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair)
(Or even just a bit bowed at the knee)
(If she can show a faultless
and barnacles all up under your chin
You got da sloppy skin decomposing grin
Yo head is flat wit stringy napps and happy nap sack
You got the looky loo mouth
into the wrong drive
The sky is in the yard
The stringy cotton candy is the fall
The slow climb, the hard the fall
Sometimes I don't want it at all
into the wrong drive
The sky is in the yard
The stringy cotton candy is the fall
The slow climb, the hard the fall
Sometimes I don't want it at all
a Continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears flip-flop?
Can you use them as a mop?
Are they stringy at the bottom?
Are they curly at the top?
She's got long stringy hair that falls down her back in that Marsha Brady style
She's got granny glasses just thick enough to make her cynical eyes
and a three legged dog
She got a bent bony body and stringy hair and if she ever seen you messin' round there
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE another man done gone
the superficial
Today I couldn't help but notice something wasn't right
The stringy hair, the drooping skin, was quite a sorry sight
I made myself up best I can
on the bathroom floor
Priti Patel, her cum all stringy, thugged herself off to a sunken channel dingy
Dominic Cummings doing loads of drugs
Driving up to north
and white wig
And the stringy-haired ghost pale greaser
That I mistook for a twig
Then he began to sing, and he began to swing
Across the circle, dark skin
you with fire
Long stringy hair
That looks like wire
Bright yellow teeth
With a razors edge
If you see a Willy Man
He'll take your Head
Run baby run
of abandoned churches
Nuns in seductive lingerie blessed by the father feast on long stringy strands of pickled pork
As the id of the self salivates in orgasmic
news boots
And plus my nuts be danglin' to my ankles
While I'm tangled in a wheel of stringy cheese
Strangling my teeny wee to some pictures of just me
On her best day
Stringy hair, clown-faced
smell like wet dog when it rains
I'm everything that she bought to be
full lips curvy hips, T’s tripled plumped
stringy tongue,
beating down halls with heavy drums of her feet,
reaching through walls with silk sighs of despair,
calming doomed lovers with strokes from
marionettes, puppety stringy ridiculous thingies
Let me tell you that I'll enjoy myself the second before everybody goes to hell
You have lived, you've failed,
another
Fuck genetics
It's my mother
I can't turn it off
Can't turn it off
Some things
Just can't be tamed
Rag depleted
From overuse
Stringy muscles
bitch
You haven't seen me
Eye At the hotel
Witta genie
Boutah
Slip out her g stringy
Eye hit her wit that serpent thingy
Now the bitch she
Oh so
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