Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar
. .
. "
"Hot water, too hot, in tap?" she repeated slowly, she experimented, the hot water, it was hot, from the tap, and Soap,
George watched her, he smiled. He aimed his monster at its target and thrust firmly in claiming her
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar
. .
. "
"Hot water, too hot, in tap?" she repeated slowly, she experimented, the hot water, it was hot, from the tap, and Soap,
George watched her, he smiled. He aimed his monster at its target and thrust firmly in claiming her
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar
. .
. "
"Hot water, too hot, in tap?" she repeated slowly, she experimented, the hot water, it was hot, from the tap, and Soap,
George watched her, he smiled. He aimed his monster at its target and thrust firmly in claiming her
