Based on Estonia 2006

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When sex is a trip goin’ naughty
Be attached, when it’s mental it is ok
You’re my master
With a sock in my mouth silenced
I desire, you take all you find, so go on

You’re looking to my asshole
Place something where the sun doesn’t shine
What about the load you shoot in my nostril

You’re looking at my phallus
Speak about it. What is wrong
I don’t know why you still fiddle

And pouring strawberry coulis
On my head, it is all dripping down on me
You start to lick up
But pubic area deflect
Why oh why, don’t using my dick is atrocious

You’re looking to my asshole
Place something where the sun doesn’t shine
What about the load you shoot in my nostril

You’re looking at my phallus
Speak about it. What is wrong
I don’t know why you still fiddle

I don’t know the grounds, look at it
And tell me what is wrong (tell me what is wrong)
Is it the HPV treath, or just the size
Tell me why you continue to avoid

You’re looking to my asshole
Place something where the sun doesn’t shine
What about the load you shoot in my nostril

You’re looking at my phallus
Speak about it. What is wrong
I don’t know why you still fiddle

You’re lookin’ at my phallus
Speak about it. What is wrong
It is the rash and owls on it
Now i know what is the problem