Plastis Wafer

Lover face, I view you as the Revolver introduced in my play, act one Lover face, want to make you ejaculate Till it's no longer fun I confess to really being quite charmed By your feminine effects You're the only one With whom I would role play Oedipus Rex (Nice) I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels Want to give you that ou la ou la la Want to give you that ou la ou la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious songs. lover face You're a scandal, your body is so wrong, wrong Bless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses (Kiss me) While our hands explore each other's human vessels Whoa, you know, like four excited spiders I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels Want to give you that ou la ou la la Want to give you that ou la ou la la You gave me such a rush Make my whole body blush I don't care if they say you're just my crutch I know you're not You're the only good thing I've got Everything's so much more complicated Over the phone You are such a fucking star, oh, you know you are I just once looked through today Had the mind to call your name, internally Through my seventh sense that's hallucinating Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizens I just came in your arms tonight You and I are friends, not some polemic To be puzzled over, listen They set my wings so randomly When you're dead I'll search for you like Orpheus I'll find you, some way You are such a fucking star, oh, you know you are I'll tell you one thing I know you want my kisses in your narcissistic collapse Because it's so painful when they amputate the ego See all the pretty corpses lined up along beach They're ringing the bells of the church to drive everybody insane As the patina lips of the fountain stallion vomits water on the shirtless little brat I can't get all those moving lights off her face No, I can't get all those little moving lights off her face So I went out to the country, sat down on some straw But I'm not putting out for God tonight I'm not putting out for God, keeping my legs shut, shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles to make him love you Oh, he's cold by any city's standards They want to turn you down It's messed "How 'bout if I wilt your plantations?" No Ha Stop "You know the nightmares, they don't forget about you?" (they don't) God damn the concierge to a dreadful reincarnation I think I can do it by myself Just trying to get healthy