Don’t forget who knows how to kiss who knows how to dress whose the Tyler Durden here who knows what to whisper in your ear with strong scarred hands gripping at the rear tall n handsome with these big lips baby I’ll have ya quiveren grippen at the sheets you won’t know what will happen when you take my hand and don’t worry about my worries babe there ain’t nothin time ain’t gonna help me handle you reflect on what you left and the stupid tiny shit you let go of my hand for I haven’t seen them lately but I’m sadly and sorry but sure that the light from your eyes that had me lost for months upon days had died as for the chivalrous gentleman miss I’m sorry but the young man doesn’t remember you just memories of me teaching you how to kiss and different kind of positions you can do to a girl with dubstep now blasting from the bedroom door shag carpet burns on the knees she thinks she’s not a whore but I’ve heard it more than once before a declaration some bullshit I wasn’t asking I just want the body before the mind has a chance to think this is crazy. Pauper to a prince now he’s in bed with girls that look into his eyes and a long time ago he might have cared.
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