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He's a gentle lover blinded by you to all others I hear he has such potential with his life Tried so hard to please him off the bat and bruised your knees. But tell me is he really your type? He will never be satisfied unless you're kneeling Froth at the mouth calling his name in spite the loss of feeling I'm staring at your tits I feel so bad it's come to this Save the day indulgence You think you must be his but I respected those tits And he's buying you enlargements He will never be satisfied unless you're kneeling Froth at the mouth calling his name in spite the loss of feeling The special cliques untwisting so who's up for reminiscing? Can we share with them the stories from whence? I was a phono record. I was a picture-postcard But have you been as happy since? He will never be satisfied unless you're kneeling Froth at the mouth calling his name in spite the loss of feeling From Letras Mania