i'm sitting here
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alone
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i'm pitching a tent like a camper's home
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all i've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles
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and Rover, and this jar of Jif
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and i grab a butter knife
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to end my virginal strife
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i've tried hard hard HARD
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to get between you and him
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but in the end of you, i begin
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i take a deep breath that is dreamy
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and smear on some extra creamy
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and i call the canine over
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to try out my new lollipop boner
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when senor skippy is in town
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all i think about
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is my dog going down
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and this is why i used vaginal cream
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that time when i tried out for swim team
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i had to shave my legs and my balls
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but no knowledge of the bathroom, i did it in the hall
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i shit myself at the family reunion
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and that time i first received my holy communion
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the moon is rising
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and these extra two inches tonight are surprising
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and i
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and you
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and ro-o-over too
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can't believe
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what your new crush just did to my shoe
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there is feces all inside
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and it's covering the fresh leather hide
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do you remember what tonight is
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the night Elvis dies while taking a piss
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and it was on the television
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and my sperm is now spraying like nuclear fission
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and now i need Kleenex Cottonelle
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cuase this sticky feeling is comparable with hell
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and i'm sick of low fat lays
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and they more i hate it, the more my gizz sprays
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and now windex is required
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for now my ejaculate has retired
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to window overlooking the tree house
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and i must clean it up as quiet as a mouse
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but alas i make an utterance
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it is my mom, a goddamn stutterance
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she has caught me, red handed
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tissue on dick
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with that creamy Jif
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all over my stick
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and it's not even a maternal figure
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it's you and you're dressed like a wigger
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I hate fat Albert Jeans
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can someone HOLLA for me if they know what I mean
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Alas, i recover my .38
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it is the only way to go out after you masturbate.
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BA BLAM
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Dirty feet + giggles
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| Laika |
