I know you know the tale of Baby June
You know the way she could deliver a tune
She was a killer in a petticoat
A little bit of everyone you adore...
And if your baby let you down at night,
Well Baby June would make it up alright
And I was never happier
Than in the arms and charms of her
The ocean tosses up a thousand arms to embrace the storm that falls across her like a drunken sailor. His thunder slaps her thighs, his lighting piercing her waters.
They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me.
Stichwörter: emma emmie katchoo
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