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Here is a list of things i wish to forgetKissy Chrissie Christ on the cocaine coast of MaineNaked in the street washing the pain away with rainLove, i stole your wallet while you were in bed with himSo you paid for my hookers on my first fuck-fest bingeSally, i took pictures from underneath the bleachersAnd threw my cum at you when i needed attentionBoy, i stole your girl just to see what you'd be missingAnd did everything i could in every last positionI would call you up while she went down on meAnd listen to you cry in between screams of ecstasy From Letras Mania