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(Chesty Prospects)

Well I was chilling in the stars Looking for a chance to score I was out in Pubis Minor Kicking back into Sector 4 Then my vice band started pulsing Like a tongue between my thighs A chance to make a killing On some funky merchandise The vice were coming And I knew that I had to be quick There was gonna be a bust But the dealing went pretty slick It was a PVC bonanza A strap on serenade A plastic 'stravaganza And a fortune to be made I'll be peddling the passions Topping up the rations Feeding on the fashions of fun Pan-galactic plastics Drastic prophylactics Yank on my elastic and come If you need a place to score Got an itch for something raw Come with Chesty, and the fun's begun If you desire it, I can acquire it Plastic leather and love Ooh it's plastic, ooh it's leather Plastic leather and love Leather and love Well I never even noticed That the cops had broken down the door My arms were full of latex And my heart was crying out for more I grabbed what I could carry Started leaning on the gas Blowing into space With the vice right up my ass I flicked the switch And flew into Frottage III I'm lucky to be here I'm alive and endoubtably free But I haven't got a penny It makes you stop and think But tomorrow's still tomorrow And tonight I'm gonna drink I'll be peddling the passions Topping up the rations Feeding on the fashions of fun Pan-galactic plastics Drastic prophylactics Yank on my elastic and come If you need a place to score Got an itch for something raw Come with Chesty, and the fun's begun If you desire it, I can acquire it Plastic leather and love Ooh it's plastic, ooh it's leather Plastic leather and love Plastic and rubber, latex and leather and love

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