ME crazy, my love, I go crazy
I crazy, my love, I go crazy
when I go in your mouth;
and almost no why, for almost nothing,
I touch the tip of my breast.
I touch the tip of my breast
my loneliness and helpless;
without being in love;
me crazy, my love, I go crazy.
And my sort of prized fruit
burns in your hand lewd and troubled
as a bad promise poison
and although I want to kiss her knees,
when I go in your mouth, delayed,
me crazy, my love, I go crazy.
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