Without mercy you leave behind
A retinue of vain idolatry.
You are so spectacular
That you can't just be mine.
You had to be everyone's.
The skin, the lips
Where the bambula rubs
They will be my meadow, my orchard.
I know
The road to fame means nothing
If there is no mission.
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With all devotion.
I know, I know
Which one is... I know.
You shed that impression of being
The action that embodies tenderness.
There is no humility around you,
Venus is a caricature.
You had to belong to everyone.
The skin, the lips
Where the bambula grazes
They will be my meadow, my orchard.
I know
The road to fame means nothing
If there is no a mission.
¯What is it?
Be very slutty, try your cookie
With all devotion.
I know, I know
What it is... I know
I know, I know
What it is... I know
I know, I know
What it is...