Tslxy's faeces factory get climax by black snake

So now what?

So now what?

Wanting

Needing

Waiting

Will you justify my love?

Hoping

Praying

For you

To justify my love

for you to justify my love, my yearning

For you to justify my love

Tell me your dreams, am I in them?

Tell me your fears, are you scared?

Tell me your stories, I'm not afraid of who you are

We can fly

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.

Love me. That's right. Love me.

I wanna be a baby