Machine Gun Fellatio - Qweeny Lyrics
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| Machine Gun Fellatio
- Qweeny Lyrics
Album: (see if you can do what the next song tells you to) (i was havin' a really good time.... .... and you fucked it up, baby I like the way yr hips ride those curves This brings me joy more than this boy deserves But when yr sister calls me late at night I get confused & don't know what's right YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH I like yr whiskey & yr fine preserves And althoughyr saxophone gets on my nerves I love the way you play the cor anglais But i've seen yr sister in her negligee YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH I wake up every morning just to see your face I put the medal to the metal & get out of this place And if i were you then i wouldn't be me And if you were her then where would we be? Well... yeah..... I see you get angry, i get butterflies I wish there were some way we could compromise I will love you everynight in every way If i can see yr sister some time in the day YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
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