Temptation
Temptation
Comes in the afternoon
No salty fasting upon Lent for me
The world is just not big enough for thee
No salty tasting upon Lent for him
Proust to feel the fire of the king in the belly
Bow to arrest the wicked pitch
Curly curly curly
Saw the falling of the light
'Tis whoring all the angels congregate
And the only way to stop this is to take my love out
Take this heat my body now the deed is done
The movie on
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