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Less is not more take cover the end is near don't walk thanks allot bleeding me.My shell on top of your knotty fist with a speculum shoved up my cunt, after hours. Take solace my love in the little things: red droplets wet eyelashes and money.That's the way it goes. I shot my baby. It has to be love. For one lousy minute she felt like a queen. I stand here naked at attention.Is this my only skill?I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.I asked my daddy for a quarter,He gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck. Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying?I been wanderin' the canned fruit aisle wondering what I can do to make you smile.Jesus only knows. In time I'll grow too big and old to help you with your strange hurt.But right now I'm a school girl learning exactly what I was put on this earth for. For one lousy minute she felt like a queen. Should the smart little girl tell a story or a lie,With her eyes on the toy she's a tomboy in the mirror.Watch her as she changes. See how she grows.Her cells are re-arrangin'. She'll need a woman's clothes.What are these ugly changes?Jesus only knows... I stand here naked at attention.Is this my only skill?I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.I asked my daddy for a quarter,He gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck. From Letras Mania