Trollops

I love your hair it's black as tires
You have friends still connected to you like wires
Well I love my love down your throat
Such hidden feelings that I seldom remote

It's the trollops in you

Uniquely compelling sex of the exam
Brittle psychedelia intense and gone
I love your hair it's black as tires
You have friends still connected to you like wires

It's the trollops in you