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Fuck Me Like Love Fucks Me (changed) (Free verse) by Son Of A Bitch
Why can't we just fuck?
And fuck getting in the mood,
Why can't the Queen take the rook,
And conversation be lewd?
How was your day darling?
Oh fine darling,
Am I Prince Charming?
Am I Fuck.
Conversations have limitations,
So why are we living a lie?
I don't give a fuck about the good book,
I just want to cook,
C'mon fry.
Making love is for the meek,
Who validate sex by staying around to speak,
Penis is cock,
Vagina is cunt,
Tell me to stop,
When you start to grunt,
Say it as it is,
And live how you think,
Take me to the limit,
Then leave me at the brink.
Ladies for society,
Whores for the bedroom,
Men for sobriety,
Scores on the gilded loom.
Give me an inch,
And I'll take the metric,
The way that we think,
Its fucking pathetic.
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