Daughters The Ghost with the Most Lyrics:
we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my
rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.

(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or
maybe someone did to much)

complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve.
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let's see the look on your face when i make it
work. if every woman was a continent, i would be
napoleon. yeah your body's the sea for me to
navigate. i want to be the superb qualities to
your three pronged fingertips. i'll be the ashtray
to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the k-9 nose in
your crotch. i want to watch you undress through
the key hole. you make me cum like never before.
blah blah blah blah
Lyrics: The Ghost with the Most, Daughters [end]