Cigarettes After Sex - Sesame Syrup Lyrics
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Sesame Syrup
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What Are The Lyrics For Sesame Syrup By Cigarettes After Sex?
Staring at your Kate Moss shower curtain
Lying on the bathroom floor naked Hiding coke inside all your orange Pixy Stix You take a rail and spread it on your tit You've had a long list of lovers But none of them matter to you except me I've had a long list of lovers But none of them matter to me except you Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago There's a small black notebook that you keep Hidden underneath your bed I've seen before It says every dirty thing that you did with every single boy You've ever been with You've had a long list of lovers But none of them matter to you except me I've had a long list of lovers But none of them matter to me except you Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago And we fall asleep to the scent Sleep to the scent of long stemmed roses Always dreaming of sex Dreaming of sex on the ceiling And we fall asleep to the scent Sleep to the scent of long stemmed roses Always dreaming of sex Dreaming of sex on the ceiling Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago Sesame syrup I heard it a long time ago |
Who Wrote Sesame Syrup By Cigarettes After Sex?
Gregory Steven Gonzalez
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What's The Duration Of The Sesame Syrup By Cigarettes After Sex?The duration of Sesame Syrup is 5:03 minutes and seconds. |
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