Aram Stefanian - SICK

You seem to look real sick
I've got a six-inch-dick
Too tired to turn you on
Wanna end my life and be gone
Tomorrow I'm gonna be through
Never such a love on trees grew
Your fate does depend on mine
Stick around if you don't feel fine
When we are about to lay
Think of games we used to play
You still are my sweetest little toy
Only you could bring me such a joy
Should we ever keep in touch
I promise I will make you crouch

Aram Stefanian

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