It was a gray Thursday, it was raining
Give me a remis, he said
In the lobby of a hotel, cheap
He came from renting his skin, for a while
With the hubbub of duty, accomplished
Acrobatics of pleasure, feigned
An orgasm for hire, with noises
He puts his mouth on his lipstick, scarce
Scratching the cobblestone, his steps
Who has something for their nose? Question
Could my handkerchief be useful?
I disguised my hook as naivety
Something to keep me from sleeping, idiot
If you give me, could I ask my clothes
Where do I find snow to keep me awake now?
I think 100 could fit, are you encouraged?
My apartment is across the street, on the corner
I'm alone like you , so-and-so
I invite you to turn on the light tomorrow
I don't want you to mess up the bed
My broken doll is not what you do with your mouth what I request tenderness to see if it cures what I'm going through
He said yes, without smiling he walks
Tell me if sex without pleasure turns you on?
Only if the client is a woman, do you understand me? ?
Disguising the argument is clear
Don't think it seems strange to me
To each his taste and his passion, I told him
Could I hold your hand?< br/>Give me 100 to start, and we'll talk
I looked for them in my pants, and nothing
I went under the mattress, and they were
I gave them to them like someone who buys a pair of wings
It is not what you do with your mouth, my broken wrist, that I request
You can leave your clothes on, my broken wrist, I don't need it
It's not soaking the fever, digging into your waist, what I'm looking for
It's a little tenderness to see if it cures what I'm going through
I look at the bureau and without smiling for a moment
If it is Your ex, the one from the bureau, there is no deal
With her hand she points to the portrait
Do you know her, I asked? Confusing
It was because of me who left you, deluded

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