Touching Cloth
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| I can feel it bubbling inside |
| It smells like something large has died |
| Here it comes and it don't half sting |
| I'm losing control of my ring |
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| I feel it pushing against my cheeks |
| It wants to come out for a peek |
| Clenching tight just aint enough |
| I can't stop this sticky brown stuff |
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| I'm touching cloth, I've got a pain in my gut |
| I'm touching cloth, it's trying to burst from my butt |
| I'm touching cloth, I've got one turtle-heading |
| Touching cloth, and now I've ruined my bedding |
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| There is nothing that I can do |
| To halt the progress of this poo |
| My grip is weakening that's for sure |
| Some's popped out and here comes more |
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| I'm touching cloth, I've got a pain in my gut |
| I'm touching cloth, it's trying to burst from my butt |
| I'm touching cloth, looks like my sphincter is beaten |
| Touching cloth, You're gonna see what I've eaten |
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| Ohhhhhh, I'm bubbling, uhhh |
| ohhh no, here it comes |
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| I'm touching cloth, I've got a pain in my gut |
| I'm touching cloth, it's trying to burst from my butt |
| I'm touching cloth, it's forever been brewing |
| Touching cloth, soon I'm gonna be pooing |
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| Touching cloth, I've got a pain in my gut |
| I'm touching cloth, it's trying to burst from my butt |
| I'm touching cloth, looks like I have to accept it |
| Touching cloth, Oh no I've shit myself |
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