Omocha (engl.) testo
The rain is somewhat gloomy I’m feeling a bit unclear
I quietly opened the toy box under my bed with a “pako”
Its skin was a little beat up A cute dress Its make-up messed up An ugly face
Its human connection was vague It had been abandoned by someone else
I was too afraid to believe, and I cried holding the doll in one hand
Red lips on its beautiful body Its blinking eyes’ erotic stare
provocation provocation provocation
I want to be by your side a little longer I treasure you each time I pile you up
You can’t move already, right I won’t let go of you, forever Within a cage
provocation provocation provocation
Its skin was a little beat up A cute dress Its make-up messed up An ugly face
I want to be by your side a little longer I treasure you each time I pile you up
You can’t move already, right I won’t let go of you, forever Within a cage
provocation provocation provocation
provocation provocation provocation
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