KCherry -> RE: New Song lyric contest (5/3/2008 7:50:44 AM)
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Voltaire rocks. That's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute. I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it I said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot, But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a cute. While I was tense, it was plain to see A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it I had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me. --------------- And in a state of deep decay, your flesh it rots away, But I still cant accept that you have died, I know that I should bury you cant bear to let you go, Cause I haven't got the strength to say goodbye. As I lay beside you your body oh so still, believe me love I would never do you Ill I just want to hold you put your hands apon my flesh, your fingers so cold the uncertain fell of death.
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