Gloryhole

On of your shiny breasts
This season gives you white
Existence, practice, my begging mother
Please hold me tight!

If he uses more drink
I last fell in from stars
Shall I only pass this once
Devote only so far
Born at your season,
Confess only right
Expensive swallow fills my throat

Wand of the preaching in wavering white
Closey, closey, now I know!

If he uses more drink
I last fell in from stars
Shall I only pass this once
Devote only so far
Born at your season,
Confess only right
Expensive swallow fills my throat
Wand of the preaching in wavering white
Closey, closey, now I know!



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Postepski, Robert Alfons
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