Amanda Thompson - Professional Widow Lyrics

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Professional Widow

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What Are The Lyrics For Professional Widow By Amanda Thompson?
Slag pit, stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips Yes Don't blow those brains yet We gotta be big boy We gotta be big Starfucker just like my Daddy Starfucker just like my Daddy Selling his baby Just like my Daddy Gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman Running in a family It's run in a family Rest your shoulders peaches and cream Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see Beautiful angel Calling "we got every re-run of Muhammed Ali" Prism perfect Honey bring it close to your lips Yes What is termed a landslide of principle Proportion boy it's gotta be big I said it better be big boy Starfucker just like my Daddy Starfucker just like my Daddy Selling his baby Just like your Daddy Selling his baby Gonna strike a deal make him feel Like a Congressman It's running in a family It's run in a family It's running in a family It's run in a family Mother Mary China white Brown may be sweeter May be sweeter Mother Mary China white Brown may be sweeter She will supply She will supply She will supply She will supply Supply, supply Give me peace, love Peace, love Give me peace, love And a hard cock |
Who Wrote Professional Widow By Amanda Thompson?
Tori Amos
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What's The Duration Of The Professional Widow By Amanda Thompson?The duration of Professional Widow is 5:40 minutes and seconds. |
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