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wet dreams dinleyin bakalım.

I know I shouldn't think about you
But I do
Cause this morning, I woke up wet
Yes I do
You and I doing bang bang bang
In the back of your mother's car
For hours we did the same same same
Again in the other car

Ohhh Oooohhh

I know I shouldn't talk about you
But I do
I say "Oh my god, he's so fuckable"
Yes, I do
And you said that you love love love
My ass, cause it's really big
Softly kissed my bum bum bum
Until you fell asleep

Ohhh Oooohhh

You say "Oh please come closer, whisper in my ear"
And I do
You say "Scream my name louder, tell me you love it"
And I do
And you move faster and faster
Just like a sex machine
And I scream louder and louder
I LOVE YOUR DICK!

And now when I look at you
I'm red like a tomato
I hardly articulate "Hello"
And I'm so ashamed
Cause every night every night
I see you in my wet dream
You are just like a porn star
And I suck your cock like a whore

I feel like a whore when I see you in my dreams
I feel like a whore when I see you in my wet dreams
I feel like a whore when I see you in my dreams
I feel like a whore when I see you in my wet dreams

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