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Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin :: Voix AI Jun :: Lyrics :: There's a lady who chews When she feels the blues And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack When she gets to the store She notices a war Men in gray men in blue deep in battle Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack There's a sign on the door The Black Jack is no more 'Cause you know, sometimes gum needs restocking In a shop burning high There's a soldier who may die This young boy might have gum in his pocket Ooh, she pulls his breeches Ooh, she licks his peaches whoa She was looking for gum Now she’s tasting some cum And her craving increases for licorice As she strolls through the streets Fires burn all the treats Did the Yankees bring gum for everyone? Ooh, it makes her bolder Ooh, she’ll f**k a soldier, whoa An epiphany looms If she rents out some rooms All the soldiers will give her their clothing With their pockets all ripped Naked and well-equipped Then a Bluecoat may slip her some Black Jack Whoa,whoa,whoa If you see an army in your garden, pull their pants down to the ground The only gum here is Black Jack, a new invention Yankees claim they get a pack a year Ooh, it peaks her craving This gum has dark and haunting flavor, whoa The slaves sing praises as they savor Dear lady, can you hear Rhett Butler? When he’s chewing His Black Jack sounds like the whispering wind ah, ah, ah But when you chew six slices each You squawk like seagulls at the beach Are you a lady or a whore Who yearns for Black Jack more than smores The city burns you’re eating cum You vow to never lose your gum Civil war stories from your past The break of dawn will bring more crack The soldiers stood tall but now half mast You swallowed their gum, dreaming of Black Jack

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Lady" by Styx :: Voix AI Jun :: Lyrics :: Lady, when i’m with you I’m choking You smoke all night long Your smell makes me sick to my stomach Please douse your cigarettes out Lady, from the moment you light up Smoking, on your phone You sent naked pictures to strangers You filmed, our first f**k with a drone You're my lady of the evening Love priced way too high Smoking, sending dick pics While you fuck me Lady, don't use my ass as an ashtray Don’t light up four more cigars Streaming, now we’re both live on YouTube Fucking, total strangers in bars Lady, lady, please don’t fist her Some girls don’t like that Oh god, she’s my sister Please don’t fist her Lady

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Sunday Morning" by The Velvet Underground :: Voix AI Solaria :: Lyrics :: Tiny Lena, has some problem Like the endless poetry about her pussy Sunday sucking, Monday f*****g Waching her boring "Girls" show makes me gay Watch out, your ass is behind you There's always someone around you who will call You fat after all Tiny Lena, likes to f**k There is no known script, she cannot overact Lena has problems, problems with her cast It's Adam Driver, after all, made her show a hit Watch out, your ass is behind you There's always someone around you who will call You fat after all Watch out, your ass is behind you There's always someone around you who will call You 'funny farm doll' Tiny Lena, does dates, works gigs Lena Dunham makes small dicks big Lena writes poetry for pigs

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "The Game of Thrones" by Ramin Djawadi :: Voix AI Solaria :: Lyrics :: Cocks and Cunts, a Kingdom of fucking and death No swords up my ass 'til I catch my breath Whores and Wars and Castle Gates built to last Please don't cut off my face and shove it up your ass Cocks and Cunts, a Kingdom of fucking and death No swords up my ass 'til I catch my breath Oh f**k, what the Hell? You cut off my damn head and threw it into a well

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "And Now, We Can't Begin" by The Walrus and The Carpenters :: Voix AI Solaria :: Lyrics :: We've only just begun to fuck Black Lace and Punk Rock Klutz A fuck for luck and we both pass out Before the Pigs show up, we f**k So many friends to f**k We start to f**k and we fall asleep (And now, we can’t begin) Kicking old Grannies that are scum to us Watching for Pigs along the way Drinking virgin blood, just the two of us Working some scam jobs, underpaid (Underpaid) And when the sun goes down, we’ll rise Good time to get some sex We'll find a place where there's rooms to f**k (And now, we can’t begin) Sleeping in motels, that look down at us Watching for Pigs along the way Kicking a Grannie, just the two of us Screwing each other day by day Underpaid Underpaid And when the sun goes down, we’ll rise A time to get some head We'll find a place where there's rooms to f**k (And now, we can’t begin)

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "What Was I Made for?" by Billie Eilish

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "The Black Stallion" by Carmine Coppola

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Something in the Way" by Nirvana :: Voix AI Jun

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::"Something in the Way" by Nirvana :: Voix AI Jun

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "The End is the Beginning is the End" by The Smashing Pumpkins :: Voix AI Jun

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "The End is the Beginning is the End" by Smashing Pumpkins

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Ashes to Ashes" by David Bowie :: Voix AI Jun