This might be satire
Propaghandi Lyrics
This might be satire Lyrics
This might be satire by Propaghandi
And i wanna walk you home from school.
And i wanna carry your books to every class.
And i wanna f**k you up the ass.
Girl, don't you know it's true, how much i love you.
I wanna sing it 'cross the land, oh won't you hold my hand?
She tells me that she loves me,
Now i'm gonna tell her that i love her.
She tells me that she loves me,
Now i'm gonna try and f**k her.
But where the hell are my priorities?
Left in the hands of the authorities.
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