Leaving the throne behind our princess is found anew
We love, like spiders
You won't feel a thing
Strung up in a bedpost webbing. in this romance of spiders
Now she smiles like a princess, legs behind her head She had a run in with the doctor of fishes
A doctor stands accused of painting the roses red
Off with his head. Off with his head Behold the site of our villain in peril
Doctors. Cameras. Loved ones. Unhand her
This doctors hand in her. She is fucked by a million viewers So smile big for the cameras. We're sending this one home
These eight legs have dug their way in. Has it made you whole?.
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