Baker Street Muse Pig Me And The Whore - Tull Jethro

Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me," said the pig-me to the

whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.

Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted and still counting.

Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from.

In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars;

Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.

Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging the wrinkles of his

years.

Wedding-bell induced fears.

Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.

International assistance flowing generous and full to his never-ready tool.

Pulls his eyes over her wool. And he shudders as he comes -

And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road.



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Fraulein en grosse bouteille, mettez votre poids sur moi ", a dit le cochon-moi au

putain, désespéré de plus dans son assaut sur la montagne.

Petit homme, sa jeunesse une fontaine. Découvert et compte toujours.

Vernaculaire, verbeux; une tentative de se rapprocher d'où il vient.

A la porte des étoiles, entre Blandford Street et Mars;

Proposition, accord. Sensation de bouton volant. Test des testicules.

Portefeuille toujours bombé. Habillé à gauche, révélant les rides de son

années.

Peurs induites par la cloche de mariage.

Verser des larmes de cloche dans la poche de sa résistance.

Aide internationale coulant généreuse et pleine à son outil jamais prêt.

Attire ses yeux sur sa laine. Et il frissonne en venant -

Et mon gouvernail me transforme lentement en Marylebone Road.



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