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Faith No More - The Shooting Match

We went to the shooting-match,
speaking for myself,
she looks like a german girl


black-brown is the hazelnut
black-brown is her hair


Oh my ???? girl, days ????
lie down, shit, of course not with him
the shooting-match, never seen again


We're making love in the pigs trough
My trousers are exploding because of my dick
She thought I was a ???
Her ??? was like an ice-bone.


Oh my ???? girl, days ????
lie down, shit, of course not with him
the shooting-match, never seen again


Oh... bell ... yes yes .. Dog ... Dog away
Dog away, Asshole... DOG AWAY


She makes a white-sausage out of my dick
She's dancing ????? and Shoe-plattler
Her arm pit was fresh and smelled like
summer morning ... summer morning


Oh girl ??????? her bra,
Shit, weekend! but not with her
the shooting-match, never seen again
... never seen again.
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