by Dean Friedman
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Well, I was struttin' by a hootchie bar on Jane St.
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Trying hard to dodge the doodoo in my path
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When I heard footsteps behind me in the same beat
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And some joker went and grabbed my ass
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I spun around and said, "Now, listen, you may be a charmin' fella
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But you're just cruisin' for a bruisin' just the same.
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And then I hit him on the head with my umbrella,
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But instead of saying 'ouch', he just smiled in pain. He said,
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"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
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First let me thank you for letting me spank you
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My credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism."
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I said, "Now listen, honey, you must be mistaken,
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I mean I'm sure I never saw your face before.
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And besides this blushing bride's already taken."
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But he got down on his knees and he begged for more. He said,
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"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
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We'll commit nameless sins. You can stick me with pins.
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You can desert me, but not 'til you hurt me."
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Now I tell you I have heard my share of snide talk.
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But this kid was really acting kinda weird.
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And I would have left him kneeling on the sidewalk,
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But something in his smile looked so sincere. He said,
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"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
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We'll buy ice-cream. I'll let you treat me.
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We'll play Perquacky. I'll let you beat me."
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Now, please don't think I'm just a shameless hussy,
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But I would love to share the joys that I have found.
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And if you're still wondering, "Doesn't he or does he?"
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Well, I just love to be gagged and bound. You see,
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Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
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I'll be the baby. You be the mummy.
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You can tap dance on my tummy.
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'Cause me credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism.
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Yes, my credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism. Ah-oo.
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S&M
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| Dean Friedman |
