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Strangers on a Train
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Tales Of Kuchsmann
Well, I gather that you are a lady of taste for love that is rabid and rampantly paced So grease up your saddle, I'll bring out the stud His name is Hudson Kuchsmann - he'll answer to Hud
Once he brought a comtessa to the uppermost peaks of delight Her rapturous screams shattered the glass 'ere she died You may not make it through the night
Hud, he was born to a life of carnal sin The doctor first thought him a siamese twin His mother, the poor thing, survived not his birth On her face was a smile of orgasmic mirth
Once he satisfied twelve maids at once Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com None of them homely or plain Seven of them went insane from the pleasure and pain Five of them never walked again
Well, I gather that you are a lady of taste for love that is rabid and rampantly paced So grease up your saddle, I'll bring out the stud His name is Hudson Kuchsmann - he'll answer to Hud Once he caused a disaster just by walking through a park in the nude Every woman lost her mind, every man was turned into a fruit and all the children grew up lewd
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