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It's after midnight at the donut shop that never closes
Hangin' out in the back of a booth watching you Where the light's are dim and the corner's dark Though sometimes lit by the grace of the moon Just like the chambers in my heart Where many o' women have met their doom I always see the same waitress because I never leave She's such a doll she makes pink the new black She never speaks to me It makes me want to chop her up And put her in the wall She brings my coffee black, Just like they way I wear my shades at night What I really want is to hear her gag When I hold her down and fuck her in the mouth It's after midnight at the donut shop that never closes It's just the waitress and me I looked at her seductively Motioned with my finger come here She came over I whispered to her ear She turned white as a ghost Started shaking to her toes She did as she was told Locked the door The donut shop is closed All of a sudden she hit the floor She ripped off her clothes And unzipped my pants I held her throat She had my balls in her hands I pulled her hair And spit on her I slapped her face She smiled at me gasping for air She liked it And now she wears my jacket At the donut shop that never closes
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