Raw: Attention Whore

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At a…

Certain point of circumstance…
I feel your hands inside my pants.
Alter there my inner being…
Leave me breathless with no feeling.
Have me coming back for more.
Labeled “your attention whore.”
And everyday just brings us closer.
Did I mention I’m a screamer?
I want this kind of spaz.
I want this shit to last.
I want this kind of love.
Junkie and I can’t get enough.
Eat until it’s all gone.
You know you like my moans.
Then kick me out….
Cuz you live with your mom.

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