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Bastard Sons Of Dioniso Great Tits Heat

Dust in abundance, it was a kind of magic When he showed the ?Ever-full bag? He?s a guardian angel, better still a guardian devil Always ready to heat

I want to brush against the nap I?d scratch that woman?s eyes out Her eyes were popping out of her head She has an uncle who is mad A jackass as ugly

?t find us asleep Shattered, eager we lie Looking for the true sky If you could see the shine Of our assembly line And now upon this green hill We can choose the free will

myself, i don't care 'cause i'm sure i won't fall Everything would be better for you if you follow the golden rule "do it to the others or the other will