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Jail Temptress (Britney Spears) Oh buxom Britney, young clean object of my dreams and desire, Yet naughty enough to drown me in whiskey and light my mexican skin on fire, Driving me insane with that tanned skin and beautiful blonde crown of hair, You would look so angelic gagged with your torn panties, sitting nude on a chair, I'd be priveleged to take you for a bite to eat or a club dancefloor for a twirl, Or maybe hold hands and prance through a cemetery chanting the Dead Milkmen's "Punk Rock Girl" If deemed worthy for sweet premarital sex, I promise to forego all other chicks, And give you a loving fatherly spanking with the business end of a bleeding crucifex, After that you'd hold a special place in my heart, far above all other young stars, So I'd consider it an honor if you let me trace the outline of your breast enlargement scars, I'm sure the price for this is my soul and surrendering myself to the worst possible hell, One in which I'm left without a dollar in my pocket and your body is on display for sell. |
