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The Function Of The Orgasm
Its half past eight, and Im waiting
In a beautiful place
Anticipating everything well do
And all well say.
Till your father sees you again
Now I dont know just what youre doing
Is it me or him
That youre screwing?
But I dont care and you dont care
When youre here
Now the storm is here
I see you running
Your face full of tears.
So red and burning
And I cant work out
How you spend
Another day with him
Just say the word
You know Ill do it
Im waiting for you
Just let me do it
And we can run away to another place.
Less full of fear.
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