"Turn-Ons" lyrics - BO BURNHAM


The way her hair barely touched her shoulders,
Like it knew to stop growing there.
The way her lips teased each other when she spoke,
Parting and embracing with every syllable.
The way her tight virgin nostrils twitched and spasmed in the moonlight,
Quivering like two horny monks.
The way her curly, almost pubic eyebrows framed her fishy, moistened eyes.

I'm a face guy.


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