Mars - Tunnel

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Your icky flesh, icky flesh Icky, icky flesh, icky flesh Sends shivers up and down My convulsions Your pimply, pimply skin Pimply pimple skin is so Reptilian I hang on the tip On the tip, on the tip, on the tip On the tip, on the tip, on the tip, on the tip Of your sty Love in cold blood How can you spit, how can you spit How can you spit on the sidewalk When I'm beside you? The sinus of your mouth The sinus of your mouth The sinus of your mouth Drips down your ear I hang on the tip, on the tip, on the tip On the tip, on the tip, on the tip On the tip, on the tip Of your sty Love in cold blood Your icky, pimply flesh Icky, pimply flesh, icky, pimply flesh Only serves to expose Your devotion Your pimply, pimply skin Pimply pimple skin is so Reptilian I hang on the tip On the tip, on the tip, on the tip On the tip, on the tip, on the tip, on the tip Of your sty Love in cold blood
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