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Zoop, well it up
Shoop the Wendy Cooper loopy
Low brow, low
She me, "What's the name?"
I the grossest fangs in show biz
Jumped out it's open:
"What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
5 o'clock the ten-penny sum
Sprung colassal miss, may I your Pentium?
But ae is
"My
The pigeon holing that your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet"
Her eyes googled back "?that want to fortune to? breed plus a new kink in the
"Just don't get all
Get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo
Sorry hun, it's just the last was a fistful
Like them girls you into like dumb luck
get high in the city kiss once when she's drunk
her misinterpret the moment tongues touch
Crazy mc-clingalot claim one love
And you've beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs
Or them you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you)
Give 'em a month Hekyl to Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly
But Jenny in the sky with emerald
You're so so delicious so ?de fish?
I'd be to walk the limb with
So just get a few things out the way: (okay)
I'm clinically bonkers and about everyone god's great earth offers
I won't be getting dressed up to impress your dear
And if I can't wear jeans and then I won't be lamping there
Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, clinically ?novel,? back it up no-diggity
Magic-touch donor
Own up to your dirty animalistic instincts
ritual courting dance and behaviour" (like what?)
"I dream of Jeannie and her obsecenly
But Jeannie be Jenny so easily if you'd let me
Hell, the bad-tac daddy-o 'e' for effort
Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my hurt
Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get to it ma
and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up
Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry
Like I want to be an anstronaut after you me"
(WHAAAAT???)
"You're rushing this I smothered it's crowding me awfully, dolly
I love you, Get the off me! Sorry." (Call me)
And I'm her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly
"I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny) (Jenny) Jenny
"So quiet, oh I that, so mysterious, I dig it
The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten
I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage with mega-low society
Mister gutter-fuck if you try me
So there it is, game. I mean it's not I'm sweating you
because when it comes to it, most of y'all females are the same
But now it's your baby, spit it out"
"Okay" She me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away

Watch out cause you know he don't love ya
is one bad motherfucker
He's a low life with a low life game
He needs a no life dame with a strobe light

it up now..

No on the finger
There no strings attached
But if you television and
manic
Get a of cigarettes
And we can it happen
Get mac in
Just leave your bag up on my curb with the
like I seen you in maxim
?Relax the tap dance?
Lights, camera,