Plastic Whore Romance (The Dead)

you don't deserve attention you don't deserve respect no space for tons of shoes I don't have to buy you flowers just need air and my dick deep within oh, how I love your smooth plastic-skin you take all that I want and give me feelings that I need you don't want me to thank you or even Valentines greet you don't grow old & you don't have to shave oh, how I love you, my sweet plastic-slave! I'm addicted to your silence and your well-formed tits my prick is deep inside you, inside your soft plastic lips. rise - fever - plastic - whore romance - gasping for air - wrapped - in plastic my sweet rubber-maid, you feel so close and tight you are my latex lady, ride me all the night. rise - fever - plastic - whore romance - gasping for air - wrapped - in plastic rise young rubber skin taste the non-aging "girl" feel this evil plastic whore romance perfume you don't need you don't grow old & you don't have to shave oh, how I love you, my sweet plastic-slave!