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hate my teethe
In a mental race.
Yes, I feel very, very stupid.
I hate my teeth.
Ugly skin, hair is not in use.
Will she smell me coming?
In 2 minutes, wait till they get a load of me.
Bleed now so I won't be a dad.
My how we don't, don't think at all.
I feel this sorrow in full bloom.
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Ugly seem to be your background.
And the demons all bow to you favor.
Deceitful hearts and deceitful minds,
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Raised by a flock of sheep.
Seems best when she's wet.
sex is dead.
Sex as a gimmick, so kill your idols.
Bleed now so I won't be a dad,
My how we don't, don't think at all.
I feel this sorrow in full bloom.
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Ugly seem to be your background.
And the demons all bow to your favor.
Deceitful hearts and deceitful minds,
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Yes, I feel very, very stupid.
I hate my teeth.
Ugly skin, hair is not in use.
Will she smell me coming?
In 2 minutes, wait till they get a load of me.
Bleed now so I won't be a dad.
My how we don't, don't think at all.
I feel this sorrow in full bloom.
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Ugly seem to be your background.
And the demons all bow to you favor.
Deceitful hearts and deceitful minds,
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Raised by a flock of sheep.
Seems best when she's wet.
sex is dead.
Sex as a gimmick, so kill your idols.
Bleed now so I won't be a dad,
My how we don't, don't think at all.
I feel this sorrow in full bloom.
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
Ugly seem to be your background.
And the demons all bow to your favor.
Deceitful hearts and deceitful minds,
Still, I can't put my finger on it.
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