Cruise Ship
Slip it in like a virgin, there’s more where that came from.
With all the beers and all the London dry gin, Mary still wasn’t trickin’ again.
Horse radish breath-taking, away from a lack of pheromones.
Morning soccer, that’s what you’d like to do.
Time and space shit-for-brains, there’s no food in these woods.
All aboard the sulk-train back to memoryville, they’re all there waiting.
Immortal and pure, growing more beautiful as the days go by.
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Special force is what you call it, she reigns.
Foster the fuck out of it alone if you have to, the fish ain’t dead yet.
Spears and sins keep the dream afloat in the dark waters of the night.