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Tytuł: This Might Be Satire

  • Wykonawca: Propagandhi
  • Wy¶wietleń: 308
I wanna chew my bubble gum with you.
  And I wanna walk you home from school.
  And I wanna carry your books to every class.
  And I wanna fuck you up the ass.
  Girl, don't you know it's true, how much I love you.
  I wanna sing it 'cross the land, oh won't you hold my hand?
  She tells me that she loves me,
  Now I'm gonna tell her that I love her.
  She tells me that she loves me,
  Now I'm gonna try and fuck her.
  But where the hell are my priorities?
  Left in the hands of the authorities.