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von Still Life Still

I don't mind your blood on my dick
I don't mind your blood on my dick
'Cause when she got hit she got used to it
I don't mind your blood on my dick

Talk back to all the pin up ladies
Coroner eyes dance so polite
She draws a hot bath
And sinks in with those blankets

All those little birdies with plastic
Down the aisles
Let's wear the sunshine on our t-shirts
Our t-shirts, pretty, pretty t-shirts

If you don't mind my cum on your tits
Then I don't mind your blood on my dick
When I got down I got used to it

It's love, it's love, it's love, it's love

Writer(s): Eric William Young, Derek Daniel Paulin, Aaron Nicholas Romaniuk, Brendon Viljo Saarinen Pernar, Josh Paul Romaniuk
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