Higher higher, I raise up my arms
As the shiver sets in,
Down my spine.
I could feel it all over my body.
Oh my God, it's her.
How the hell do I know that I'm sleeping with the devil?
The taste of her juice does not taste like evil,
Ooops, she's sweet in the middle.
Like the papaya that it is.
I want to make it stop,
But I couldn't.
And now, here it comes, the gelatinous rain.
-African Giant✍🏽
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