The eye trader

To cool it down

Blowing on her pussy down

Like its the mouthpiece of an ocarina

Sidepiece looking Xena

In armour that couldn’t repel a flea hop

Forget ten of the best lopping chops from my bastard sword

Swore around a bastard, wore the lesson purple black as long as it lasted

When it lashed, when it shone so hard we nearly passed out

We knew from what we’d been through that this too would pass.

Had to hit the bong so hard, too hard, to know this

Failed to notice a blowhard, his whole mode learnt by rote

Charisma isn’t a code you can enter to reach pro

Soak it so it hits harder than Josh Hokit in the pocket

Thousands of grow kits, greener than what croaks grows my pockets

You’re soaking at Utah college

My beauty super soaks like a shooter, you’dda

Lost an eye like Odin betting on being wise this side

Of Ragnarök, that irrecoverable mercury drop.

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