Lover face, I'll do you as thenRevolver introduced in my play, act onenLover face, want to make you ejaculatenUntil it's no longer funnnI confess to really being quite charmednBy your feminine effectsnYou're the only onenWith whom I would role play Oedipus RexnnI want you to be my pleasure pussnI want to know what it's like to be inside younI want you to be my pleasure pussnI want to know how it feelsnWant to give you thatnnLover face, how your ass is pumpingnSweet licentious songs. lover facenYou're a scandal, your body is so wrong, wrongnnBless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses.nWhile our hands explore each others human vesselsnWhoa, you know, like four excited spidersnnI want you to be my pleasure pussnI want to know what it's like to be inside younI want you to be my pleasure pussnI want to know how it feelsnWant to give you thatnnYou gave me such a rushnMake my whole body blushnI don't care if they say you're just my crutchnI know you're notnYou're the only good thing I've gotnnEverything's so much more complicatednOver the phonennYou are such a star, oh, you know you arenI just once looked through todaynHad the mind to call your name, internallynThrough my seventh sense that's hallucinatingnAnyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizensnnI just came in your arms tonight.nYou and I are friends, not some polemicnTo be puzzled over, listenednThey set my wings so randomlynWhen you're dead I'll search for you like OrpheusnI'll find you, some waynnYou are such a star, oh, you know you arenI'll tell you one thingnI know you want my kisses in your narcissistic collapsenBecause it's so painful when they amputate the taygognnSee all the prison corpses lined up along beachnThey're ringing the bells of the church to drive everybody insanenAs the patina lives the tawdy mountain stallion on its water on the shorennI can't get off of these moving lights off the facenNo, I can't get all those little moving lights off the facenSo I went out to the country, sat down on some strawnnBut I'm not putting out for God tonightnI'm not putting out for God would kill my legs shut, shutnIt's a mistake lighting little white candles to make him love younOh, he's cold by any city's standardsnnThey want to turn you downnDismissednHow 'bout if all you children and TayshunsnNonHanStopnnYou know The Northern Lights, they don't forget about you (they don't)nGoddamn conciergenGeneralnReincarnationnI think I can do it myselfnJust trying to get help here