she's black licorice
profusely, vigorous
so i will lick her tits
the little lip service
she's going down as fast as the liquor is
i'll tickle her clitoris

hold my hand by its wrist, twist til i shout
open, your mouths

her tongue, it feels like a gun, in my lips
just pull the trigger
just blow me with it

areolas, scenereos
turn up that stereo
covered in whip cream where cherries go
over her sweet ass
over a kneecap, it's a drug, i need rehab
from a sex festival
i'm fucking flexible
screaming decibals
delectible delicates

her tongue, it feels like a gun, in my lips
just pull the trigger
just blow me with it



Lyrics submitted by KevinCHansen

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