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dust lust - diana jones-woods lyrics

[verse 1: gloria claire jones*woods]
dust l*st
an affectionate touch
a sinful object of desire
an angelic spirit of trust
never f*ck with diana and me
as our games are excessively unjust
we got a sweet taste for wealthy old men
especially ones who are former policemen
once they lead us to a motel and ask us “when?”
we cuff him to the bed and seduce him with a pen
he calls us by our stripper names peach and madeline
we ridе on his d*ck like a f*cking airplane
spin around on that c*ck and form a hurricane
sn*tch his wallеt and vanish like methane

[verse 2: diana jones*woods]
stripping for money
is a daily hustle
rich old men all on me
there’s gonna be some trouble
all their wallets out
so i can easily smuggle
but for right now, i’m gonna
be sweet and subtle
stripped down to my bra
leaving the men in awe
my p*ssy taste like pepsi cola
so i told him get a straw
[bridge: gloria claire jones*woods, diana jones*woods]
dust l*st
dust l*st
dust l*st
stripping for old men and calling it dust l*st

[outro: gloria claire jones*woods]
dust l*st
an affectionate touch
a sinful object of desire
an angelic spirit of trust

- diana jones woods lyrics

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