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Fellow pianist
We’re living in the read and write brigade.
Now we’re struggling cos you don’t know how your bed’s made.
We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
Fluff your pillow, pianist.
Fluff your fellow pianist.
Fluff you pillow penis.
We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
Now we’re struggling. Put the duvet on, you’ll see.
Listing in tongue tying.
Fluffers tiff.
Long time.
Get this deed.
Unharmed.
Rub us down when your unhard.
Blistering in rudderless arms.
Listing.
Hung higher.
Lust down in your Peso’s.
Two pals, couple through.
Listing when hung.
Hide.
Piddle starts getting drowning.
Slips out his big johnson.
Hung like he came.
Understand me, he is long.
Hung guy.
Listing in night.
Was bountiful and on trend.
Hung higher unstrained, instead.
Listing in tongue.
Bow Wow says “He’s wrong!”
Insisting I’m in need.
Now Bow Wow’s pounding me.
Now, don’t start.
I’m hung higher.
Listing in long time.
Listing in hay.
Now standing with they.
Piston in hung higher.
Pissed on.
Missed her johnson.
We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
Now we’re struggling, to put the colour of the dog in the city.
