Toxic Shock Syndrome - Rashida Jones

Bury it down
Repress it. Repress it
Stained your dress, towards your crest, treasure chest
Bury it down
My feed with my thumb, my attention makes you cum
Sigh and moan, all alone, I hereby state
Fingers Crossed
Cut your loss
We were born, out of reach
But I won't, feel impeached. Tie the knot
Awaiting your performance, your performance, your performance, your performance
The curtains applaud
Eager crowds will nod
Don't hide from me
It's you I adore, but I praise you for
Never, Doing, Porn
Only I can demean you that way
Why'd you let me down

Written by:
Michael Malinowski

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