All those tears have fucked my sight. The skin round my eyes is soft, Like the skin on my cock when I'm erect. I remember you used to say you like that. But John said having a bird is like having a job. You don't want to leave one until you've got another one set-up. But sometimes, under certain working conditions, You'd be better off on the old-king-cole.
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