Breathe, disgrace our presence,
The peace which I always open,
Is an awful hidden, and daunting, reserve.
Man you can hide perfume, the glory owes you money.
Be her man, I suffer,
I need to see who you are, so she can see love.
Hindustan, my arty tea, you menstruate, lie and wish.
Model, I've a database!
My language was never meant to abuse.
Confront fear, Observe, I sculpted her man,
Parlay, all in pain.
We must hurry, see in tea, a secret sin.
At best, I see all.
You heard,
I have her city, willing.
