WoodRat Flat - My dear

What she wanted was not so grey
And when she shined and nobody knew it
She sneaked out and ran away
To give their arms to a poor old git
To give their arm to a poor old git

Oh my dear despite their hearsays
Spread your tighs like a wildfire
On crowd's jerk that use to pay
For the life but the heart is not to hire
The heart is not to hire

While the oversexed wild gooze gonna feed
The lifeful glee of his ivy's bed
I hear
I hear hunters squelch in a sleazy scorn
And drown their lost loves in a porn

So enjoy with who you would
Envy kills the others but it's just the rule
And if Ma ask you why they surely dive one you
Say her for them your heart too much alive and it's true

Last night when you slept off
And your aroused man overheard
Woodlouses' rattles that was jerking off
Did they remember to wash their hand
I'm not yours, I'm not yours

Oh don't care of their jammy tongues
In the cesspool of your overgrown garden
And if Ma ask you what happen
When you play with their scoundrel's skulls
Say I sing Ma, Oh I sing Ma
And stir their lies seven times with my tongue Ma
I sing Ma, I sing Ma

If you 're fed up with these droolling gawkers
Who foolish strut in your wake
Don't pack your bag and go over
But fondly cut their cocks if there are not fake
Oh fondly cut their cocks
Yeah fondly cut their cocks

Written by:
Ludovic Micheau

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