Pleasure Heads Must Burn - The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
Flesh heads like me just wax and melt
When my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
Sometimes pleasure heads must burn
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I feel a little low
Buried neck high in British snow
I feel a little low
Buried neck high in British snow
Kiss me darling kiss my eyes to blind
Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find
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