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F Off

F Off

bloke said I was hard work..
Not me mate..
You're thick,
You dont get it..
He just wanted to talk the talk,
Thinking I'm hanging on every word..
For a taste of dick..
I dont think so,
Those days have gone,
In fact they never existed..
I dont need this game..
I guess I must be gay,
or fridgid or even phsyco
not to want it.
Couldn't possibly be
I couldn't bare the likes
of him banging about
on top of my alabaster
silk skin.
I'd rather be alone
than unfaithful to
what I believe in.
 

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