Steve call me up, said: Wanna hang out tonight?
We could see an indie film, or just grab a bit
I said: Oh, Steve, you're cute, but a movie is not what i need
No offenses, but a rather stay home and read!
Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, Ray Bradbury
Since I was 12, I've been your number one fan
Kiss me, you illustrated man
I'll feed you grapes and dandelion wine
And we'll read a little Fahrenheit 69
You're a prolific author, Ray Bradbury
Come on, baby, I'm down on one knee
I carved our names on a Halloween Tree
You write about earthlings going to Mars
And I write about blowin' you in my car
You won an Emmy Award for the screenplay adaptation of Halloween Tree
Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, Ray Bradbury
S is for space! L is for love!
S is for space! L is for love!
S is for space! L is for love!
S is for space! L is for love
Houston: we have a throblem
Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, Ray Bradbury
Oh oh oh
Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Cause when you fuck me, Ray Bradbury
Something wicked this way will come
Something wicked this way will come
Something wicked this way will come
Something wicked this way will come
And by come, I mean ejaculate on a book
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