Saturday, September 2, 2006

I Orally Molest Lollipops

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse 1:
I played a game...
...where everyone stayed the same
...where everyone knew my name
...and I was never the one to blame.

Verse 2:
I never knew...
...that it was never just me and you.
...that all your bullshit would put me through this.
...and nothing you ever told me was true.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Verse 3:
I sang a song...
...but everything all went wrong
...but maybe I waited too long
...and I guess I could wear a thong

I made you cum...
...I guess this means that I'm the one
...I guess we're having too much fun
...and this is just a rule of thumb

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Bridge:
How many nights have I tried to remember
How many times did I think to forget
How many times did I suck on his member
How many nights has he played with my clit

I never thought it'd come to a time where
I would be trying to put on a lock.
If I had known that his brother was right there
I guess I wouldn't have grabbed for his cock.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.
© 2006

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