*Growl*
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Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
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this used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
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brushes ever so gently against some boobs.
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I guess it's hard to believe that one man
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could have a ponytail this sensitive and
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distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you.
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I know my haiku's are freaking intense
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but even the words I made up to sound French
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don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
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I would show up for our pottery class
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dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache
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On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.
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Fucking's cool, but Jim is a romantic type.
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Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
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Screwing you on the beach at night.(x2)
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One milkshake, two straws.
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Fucking's cool, but Jim is a romantic type.
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Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
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Screwing you on the beach at night.(x2)
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Don't I (Don't I)
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Sound so (Sound so)
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Sexy (Sexy)
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Echoed (Echoed.)(x2)
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Release the doves!
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Screwing You On The Beach At Night
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| Bloodhound Gang |
