l.b.f.s.w.c.m
We’re just pals until I make you my personal mouth snack
L. B. F. S. W. C. M., I’m just your pal. Don’t forget I’m your snack.
I said we’re pals. Then I bit your face. Now you’re my snack.
Pals? No. You’re my mouth snack. I’m not letting you go.
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