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Came to Grips
by Mysterious Stains
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Ever since things started getting out of hand my life just seems boring
I can't stop from feeling blue even when I am deep inside the pink
I've tried everything I've seen from those seedy sites where ads pop on your screen
Nothing seems to interest me like a stranger's hand lathered in Vaseline
Came to grips again, squeezed out like a toothpaste roll
Came to grips her hands, are much tighter than her holes
Her five-digit touch has a double-digit toll
Came to grips again, now her car's caked in my loads
I can see why when I ask, they tend to scoff and say that I'm a creep
At least I don't have to worry about either of us catching disease
Come on babe, now please don't fuss
Just ignore all the open cuts
Come on babe, don't make that face
It's just second base
Came to grips again, squeezed out like a toothpaste roll
Came to grips her hands, are much tighter than her holes
Her five-digit touch has a double-digit toll
Came to grips again, now her car's caked in my loads
Ever since things started getting out of hand my life just seems boring
I can't stop from feeling blue even when I am deep inside the pink
I've tried everything I've seen from those seedy sites where ads pop on your screen
Nothing seems to interest me like a stranger's hand lathered in Vaseline
Came to grips again, squeezed out like a toothpaste roll
Came to grips her hands, are much tighter than her holes
Her five-digit touch has a double-digit toll
Came to grips again, now her car's caked in my loads
I can see why when I ask, they tend to scoff and say that I'm a creep
At least I don't have to worry about either of us catching disease
Come on babe, now please don't fuss
Just ignore all the open cuts
Come on babe, don't make that face
It's just second base
Came to grips again, squeezed out like a toothpaste roll
Came to grips her hands, are much tighter than her holes
Her five-digit touch has a double-digit toll
Came to grips again, now her car's caked in my loads
