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Unsatisfied or in a bad mood
His hands are always full of lube
In a trance or about fifty degrees
He has no fever or specialties
Biting cans out of portraits
With some bad pants
Tired and disguised
Swallow me
Brought up by some pills
He doesn't mind
In a political position of ass
There's no line to follow at all
Searching for something to get in the way
With a calendar in may
To masquerade and pale
Swallow me
