If you had fuller tits and ass,
Or if I could imagine you as that,
Then on any future exhibition,
You will find me missin,
Into the cavernous halls;
Dashing through a cold room,
Filled up with a hot bloom,
A jump, and now past the walls.
I will be there in your virgin forests.
Or if I could imagine you as that,
Then on any future exhibition,
You will find me missin,
Into the cavernous halls;
Dashing through a cold room,
Filled up with a hot bloom,
A jump, and now past the walls.
I will be there in your virgin forests.
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