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Alone with Porn
Smoking pot in the evening
I would love to get stoned with you
Oh how our looks are so not decieving
What do you expect me to do
Instead I am stuck here with a porn
With a box of scattered pictures
And a roll of tissue torn
Well now I sit home in the evening
Thinking of images of you
Oh I thought you weren't so decieving
I wish there was something I could do
Instead I whack off to a porn
Looking at the tiny pictures
From the many magazines I have torn
