I want to fuck her on the floor
Among my books of ancient lore
So I will make a full report
I got a Nazi Girlfriend
It's not the four-inch heels she wears
It's not her baby-fine blond hair
It's more the desert in her stare
I've got a Nazi Girlfriend
She's not the colt
That she once was
She's elegant
But youth is lost
Still she has ways to make me talk
I love yo
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