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It's your birthday, Steve
And she got you a gift
It looks okay
Until you get a good whiff
Laying on the floor
Professing her love
Stroking a guitar
For the camera above
Down on all fours
Passing air through her cooch
She blew you these kisses
To get you in the mood
Pussy farts echo
In a poorly lit room
Staring at you blankly
While she sprays her perfume
Blowing out the candles
Without even opening her mouth
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