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Kevin Bloody Wilson
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Fuck Ya Guts Out
I assumed he was talking to his missus When I heard him talkin' on the phone His huge tattered frame was shakin' and sobbin' You could tell he was really missin' home
This bloke was built like the side of a mountain And as ugly as a top-end buffalo Standin' there just blubberin' like a baby Talkin' to his woman on the phone
And I heard poetry that night as I listened while he spoke I heard poetry that night when he said
I'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stop Not even when I see ya kidneys wrapped around me cock 'Cause I'll just whip it in, whip it out, wipe it on yer frock I'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stop
I'm gonna fuck ya in the ear, I'm gonna fuck ya in the nose Then I'll spin ya on me finger 'til I find another hole Fuckin' hell, forgot me hanky, and I'm about to blow Hang on while I let go of the phone
I'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stop Not even when I see ya kidneys wrapped around me cock 'Cause I'll just whip it in, whip it out, wipe it on yer frock I'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stop
Nice frock
I assumed I was talkin' to his missus When he begged me to hang on to the phone He needed both hands to wank with And I didn't mind waitin' on 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
And I swear I was listenin' to a princess As pure as the soft driven snow And instantly I knew she was missin' him too As I listened to her sweet 'n dulcet tones
And I heard poetry that night as I listened while she spoke I heard poetry that night when she said
I'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya asked When ya see yer pillow 'n mattress disappearin' up yer ass I practiced on the tractor 'til I fucked the bastard's starter I'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya asked
I'm on the rags, but that don't matter; you can whack it up me clacker Can hardly wait to feel that monster dick You can beat me, whip me, hurt me when yer on the verge of spurtin' Rip off me shirt 'n slam dunk on me tits
And then I'll suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya asked When ya see yer pillow 'n mattress disappearin' up yer ass I practiced on the tractor 'til I fucked the bastard's starter I'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya asked
And I heard poetry that night as I listened while they spoke There was poetry that night in the air
I'm gonna fuck ya guts out just as soon as I get home Instead of gettin' our rocks off talkin' dirty on the phone Jackin' off, and Jillin' off, and whackin' off alone I'm gonna fuck ya guts out just as soon as I get home
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