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She lies I listen her voice like a whisper in my heart it glistens...she feeds me deceit I eat the lies and add some truth it's all she feeds me for breakfast that's seems like all she can Handel...I tell her more yet she still tries to ride this bike with no Handels...I tell her the present is a gift and she tells me about her sexual bliss I try to leave it at a kiss she wants me to just get deeper into it...I share feelings she exchanges emotions...I give love and all she tells me is that she wants me to rock her oceans....I start to become obsessed she whispers in my ear that it's for the best....I tell her she's the one she whispers I'm the best....I tell her to get off the ride she tells me one more time..... She speaks she lies a bunch all the time I hump she bumps....we fall she calls I moan she groans....she speaks volumes I write the books... She tells the stories so I just shut up and write the hook.....
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