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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Hunger Dead f..ck
So many memories of the same thing Finger f..cks and missionary sex things She takes all, all of me My emotions I am blind to see Cause she's a dead f..ck laying there No sweat or gasping air, Just holding on and wishing she weren't there She's a dead f..ck make believe Grab me, baby, beg please You've got me down on my knees So, sweat Sweat Sweat I wanna feel you breathe So, sweat Sweat Sweat I need your sex on me Let's get drunk and let it go Cheap drunken sex, the only way I know To get the real thing baby Uncensored, real thing, and watch the faces glow Cause she's a dead f..ck laying there, needing one more drink to care I wish she knew, it's hard for me to bare Love me baby, I'll love you back You've got me down on my knees So, sweat Sweat Sweat I wanna feel you breathe So, sweat Sweat Sweat I need your sex on me I feel in my dreams, I know how good you can be It doesn't have to hurt and you don't have to lie I know your strong, to strong to cry Cause I am, I am, I am All the love you need I need, I need, I need To have your sex on me Love hurts, you give it time I know you're no friend of mine So, sweat Sweat Sweat I wanna feel you breathe So, sweat Sweat Sweat I need your sex on me
