- cifra
Seweee!!!
Why try to hide?
Runnin' ain't about to gonna do
Anything for you my little one...
Ooh they try to get inside of me
Why do they bother anyway?
We mustn't worry, anything...
Tell me what you see
Pig...are they here?
I'll rip and slaughter he
Who takes my pig away from me...
Here the little piggy go...pig!
Live in muck, I love my pig!
Those filthy little lovers...piggy pigs!
Liberate!
See my big panic!
Sicker than I've ever been
When I see myself inside of you
But I love you, my crude flesh
Stain my tongue with your mess
Suckle, suckle...
Oh gross, it's the roast
Here the little piggy go...pig!
Live in muck, I love my pig!
Those filthy little lovers...piggy pigs!
I'll save you
