Mourning Widows

Seems like the moon is full
And yet its only noon
A sweet familiar taste
Consumes me back to you
Back to you
Im being taunted
Constantly tested
Skin and flesh are power invested
(Its all about sex)
Prehistoric intellectuals
(Its all about sex)
Cover up and hide the animal
Loss of control and I feel it
Starting to sweat, I will I wont
Every inch of my skin giving orders
Attack, I will, I will
I want my sex in a jar
Ill take it wherever I go
I want my sex in a jar
I need it wherever I go
God has created man
Beyond her wildest dreams
A bad machine will not admit
That hes a bad machine
A lifes obsession in evil attire
I oughta touch you and burn in the fire
(Its all about sex)
Prehistoric Intellectuals
(Its all about sex)
Covered and hide the animal
Everybody got the animal
Everybody got the animal
I want it, I need it
Saturday night is everyday
All day, All day
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