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Lust was my predicament
Breaking the integrity i once had
Big breast with empty head
Childishness all embedded in sack

Never my type but that same seat on my thigh
How foolish i was to let her love travel pass my walls
Lust was my intentions but love found her

Her dirtiness speaks from the mouth of others
As my mouth deny her company
Correcting this mistake will cost a fortune
As far as my conscience is clear

   

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