Drunk I

Mannequin Pussy

I came and I wept
For my limits I reached them
You pushed them
You pushed through the edge
(The edge, the edge)

What kind of woman would you rather I be?
Docile and waiting to breed?
I’d rather be that my heart is racing
Wrapped up and know I’m not afraid

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