Lovers Nightmare


Kissing is a habit,Hugging is a shame,boys get all the pleasure,girls get all the blame,they tell you that they love you they tell you that it's true but when your stomach starts to rise they say the hell with you,60 minutes of pleasure,9 months of pain,with a baby that has no name,the momma is called a hore,the baby called a bastard,the baby wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't tore,just one more lovers nightmare in this world.

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