Girl,
Come to me when your morality calls a strike.
Woman,
Come to me when your logic rejuvenate.
By the time either of you reaches,
I'd have become a male prostitute,
For I'd have become lifeless.
But still,
I will just love you all;
For I am the embodiment of love,
And a perennial flow.
Come to me when your morality calls a strike.
Woman,
Come to me when your logic rejuvenate.
By the time either of you reaches,
I'd have become a male prostitute,
For I'd have become lifeless.
But still,
I will just love you all;
For I am the embodiment of love,
And a perennial flow.
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