Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Dark Sex

Painful
In size
And his colorful
Its so tasty
That I want it
That I wish it.

Many people will say that I became crazy
But no one have tasted the flavor of his body,
Because I know what my friends think
That I am a disaster, a disaster, disaster
To have sex with him
A disaster, a disaster, a disaster
To fall in love to him

Because I want dark sex
Because in me, there isn't race-hatred
'Cause his spirit is white even he is being black man
Because I want dark sex
Because in them, there aren't complex
I want the chocolate of his sex

His body got me in a state
Comatose that my eyes always stay
Because I know what my friends say
That I am a bitch, a bitch, a bitch
To think in this
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
To love a black sir

Because they
Are love
Their hands are affection
Because there aren't white men with their charism
With their characteristic energy,
Their smile, their intensity,
Because his heart, I want to press
Until that I can taste
The sex in the darkness

Because I want dark sex
Because in my, there isn't race-hatred
'Cause his spirit is white even he is being black man
Because I want dark sex
Because in them, there aren't complex
I want the chocolate of his sex

Album: New World Order
Next Album: The Force Of The Nature (March 14th)

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