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it up



Zoop, hook it up
Shoop the local Wendy Cooper
Low brow, low
She me, "What's the name?"
I flashed the fangs in show biz
out where it's open:
"What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
5 o'clock with the sum
Sprung colassal miss, may I your Pentium?
But ae is
"My
The holing roles that your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet"
Her eyes googled back "?that want to fortune to? breed a new kink in the posture
"Just don't get all
Get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound dismissal
hun, it's just the last ?group? was a fistful
Like them girls you bump into dumb luck
get high in the city kiss once when punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the moment touch
Crazy mc-clingalot claim one love
And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands thumbcuffs
Or them you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you)
'em a month Hyde Hekyl to Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly
But Jenny in the sky emerald eyes
You're so different so delicious so ?de
I'd be willing to walk the limb
So let's get a few things out the way: (okay)
I'm clinically bonkers and just about everyone great earth offers
I be getting dressed up to impress your family dear
And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers I won't be lamping there
Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, clinically ?novel,? back it up soldier
Magic-touch fingertip
Own up to your dirty animalistic instincts
ritual dance and breeding behaviour" (like what?)
"I dream of and fucking her obsecenly
But Jeannie could be Jenny so if you'd let me
Hell, the bad-tac daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for
Most of these high-post world motherfucks make my head hurt
Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get to it ma
Dinner and cinema, yes, cough the bread up
Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry
I want to be an anstronaut after you marry me"
(WHAAAAT???)
"You're rushing I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully, dolly
I you, Get the fuck off me! Sorry." (Call me)
And I'm circling her like a tiger 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 made eye contact with me once in ten minutes
I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage mixed mega-low society
gutter-fuck ?head? if you try me
So it is, game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you
when it comes down to it, most of y'all females are the same
But now it's turn baby, spit it out"
"Okay" She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked

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

it up now..

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