The lil' girl with the matchsticks
went to a brothel,
because that's the seventh heaven
Orgasm Balls.
Then servin' romance dinner for two
and candlelights.
Pussy-whippin cream fromage
and some cookies.
Then she fucked her way down
like Fanny Hill,
into the hell of royal marriage
and children,
That's Malleus Maleficarum,
the hammer
was always in a church "I do"..
then a signature.
In the end it was all a witch,
ridin' a stick
until the fine gentleman
did as told.
Burnin' the wise and smart
the heathens,
for havin' an honest heart,
and a clear mind.
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