Текст песни Emigrate - Hypothetical

Fuck! I've got these hands to hold you This mouth will chew and swell Like butterflies inside you Perfuming what you sell I know that I'm reaching That churning, burning heart I see the sweat is beading From what I peel apart Oh, you don't know What I'm gonna do to you So Hypothetical So Hypothetical Fuck! Hypothetical Let's Fuck! So Hypothetical! You've got the hands to be tied Slip out from skin so cold I've got the folds to be blind Let's see what you like most I cannot break the fever The pounding of your soul My little love receiver You make me lose control Oh, you don't know What I'm gonna do to you So Hypothetical So Hypothetical Fuck! Hypothetical Let's Fuck! So Hypothetical Fuck! So Hypothetical Bitches.
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