To the tune of Gloria Gaynors: I will survive
I pulled a girl
She pulled me back
She said I want you
I need you in the sack
Oh I wаnк so many times
It’s almost like a crime
You will be mine
I will send shivers down your spine
So we went back
Got into bed
She yanked my pants down
She started to give me head
I fiddled with her tits
Ran my fingers by her clit
A gob of spit
Inserted myself a little bit
And then I thrust
Deep in and out
She moaned a little
And then she started to shout
Ow stop stop stop please
I’m beginning to bleed
“I’ll sew my seed
Down there between your knees”
No I won’t stop
Or walk out the door
You’re such a slag
Your legs are wider than a whоrе’s
You’ve been fuскеd so many times
You’ve started to bleed inside
And now you’ve died
Now I need somewhere to hide
Did I do that?
Now she’s gone cold
But do I fuск her
Before she starts growing mould?
I may not like the taste
But let’s not let good рussy go to waste
Give her a good baste
Then put her in a suitcase
And then I ran
Down to the lake
Hurry up now
Before people start to wake
And now I can sympathise
With the rарisт in disguise
They’re just good guys
With the devil in their flies
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