Gushing from a wound, my voice does not censor itself. I hope it does not, because then what's the point of loving someone if you cannot gush from the oral factories at them, to them, with them?
Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl, and she says I am the one, but the child is not my son.
I would hate to be accused of being a child's
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