My daughter, look how lovely; robbed blind of artlessness From my withe arms, you prosper, like islands pervaded with crime No mother should ever see her firstborn decompose Her blessed nuances are subject to teenage tastes So hold your perforated morals And soul, like voluptuous water graves These gang wars for your youth are so ripe They clamor on for more of you You dance on pyres just to tease the tainted wild With eighteen shades of pink, you dress malevolence Find a home for vagabonds like your heart, stop its volatile flow And in an hour, your calling card, naivete, will shower lusting grey monitors "I swear I'll never hurt you, and you'll be content with me" "We'll have kids of our own some day, they'll be modeling royalty!" Hello Kinky! What have you done? Hello Kinky! You shine like a rotting sun You brazing malcontent, You house a soiled shine in your chest So compulsive, so compulsive "I swear I'll never hurt you, and you'll be content with me" "We'll have kids of our own some day, they'll be modeling royalty!" Hello Kinky! What have you done? Hello Kinky! You shine like a rotting sun "My daughter! My child! Witness this wilting flower Man is an animal, and you're his primitive desire Upheave this blasphemy you inflict upon your mother dear I've tread this path before you, I know which forks lead where" Yeah! You trampled over the lusting masculine noose; Hungry to kiss your nape, you scream as he ravages through your skin
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