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Dirty Whispers
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The Place That Holds No Purpose Talk in that ever so low tone,
while we talk on the phone,
come to my house and play,
play the entire day away.
Breath heavily as it all comes around,
let me hear that ever delicious sound.
Let me know your earthly pleasure,
that which is beyond any measure.
Dirty Whispers in my ear,
me and you, alone right here
joined together just at the hips,
our hearts apart as we dance with our lips.
