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What the ♥♥♥♥ do you mean "deeper"? I'm doing my best here, I'm already squeezing every available nanometer of ♥♥♥♥ I have into you. Do you somehow think I have like 3 inches in reserve that I only use for emergencies or something?
Nah, that's all it is and feel free to assume I'm almost always going balls deep. It's like a biological imperative of sorts. Unless your woman is in pain because you have been repeatedly ♥♥♥♥-punching her cervix - and even that might not be enough of a deterrent on occasion, then something compels you to ♥♥♥♥ her as deeply as you possibly can.
All you're doing by moaning "deeper" is making me think that your ex was hung like a moose. Or that you have a moose-♥♥♥♥ dildo hidden somewhere in the house. And I don't like either of those scenarios.
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Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city, you, you, you
You and me, we just don't get along
You make me feel like I did you wrong
Going places where you don't belong
Ever since I left the city, you
You got exactly what you asked for
Running out of pages in your passport
Hanging with some girls I've never seen before
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you