| Addicted, that’s my shit
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| Addicted to your dick
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| Yo, a cold winter morning, brisk and biting
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| Breath steaming, face clean, eyes shining
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| I’m on the prowl, I’m on the loose
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| Searching for my man and Duck, Duck, Goose
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| The middle of the week, yeah, it’s hump day
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| And in my mind it’s always grind and bump day
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| Seen him posed up, cute, leaning on the wall
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| Looking at me smiling, so handsome and tall
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| Probably mid-forties, got a beard and a tummy
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| I want so bad for him to lay me down and rub me
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| Eyes locked tight, exchanging glances
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| Not another one of my daily bromances
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| This one’s special, feel the connection
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| My loins tingle, wiggle this erection
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| Cruising him, I’m the cruise director
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| TSA, I’m the package inspector
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| So it went like that, I snatched him up
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| And I took him to my place to fuck that butt
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| We got close and heated, just what I needed
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| Big beefy man, fantasy completed
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| Better than craigslist, he came correct
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| Took off his clothes, I didn’t suspect
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| But I was obsessed, and I was amazed
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| This sexy man trick had dick for days
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| My dreams came true, all over my sheets
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| He showed me all his love and hypnotizing man-meat
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| Better than sex, he talked so smart
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| Engaged my brain about music and art
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| And culture, and commerce, and booze, and marijuanas
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| I wanted to date him,
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| Obsession was clear, no way to miss it
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| This man held me strong, I was addicted
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| Um, hi, my name is Big Dipper (Hi, Big Dipper)
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| And… I’m addicted to dick
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| Everyday I wake up and do the same shit
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| Get coffee and suck dick
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| And suck dick
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| What can I say? |
| I’m addicted |