OOOO You got the kind of legs
That do more tan walk
I don't have to listen
To your whimpering talk
Listen you got the kind of eyes
That do more than see
You gotta lot of nerve
Coming on to me
You got the kind of lips
That do more than drink
You got the kind of mind
That does less than think
But since I'm feeling kinda lonely
And my defenses are low
Why don't we give it shot
And get ready to go
I'm looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
And I want to tell my Daddy that I'll be missing in action
Last edited by 24K; 14 Aug 2010 at 01:16.
Reason: FW
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