This Is the Truth


Kissing is a habit...
Fucking is game...
Guy's get the pleasure...
Gurl's get the pain...
He say's I Love You...
You believe it's true...
Then your tummy starts to swell...
He say's the hell with you...
10 munutes of pleasure...
9 months of pain...
3 days in the hospital...
A baby with no name...
The daddy's a bastard...
The mother's a whore...
This would have never of happened if the rubber wouldnt of tore.

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