| Met her through a personal ad
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| Back of the Times-Picayune
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| This is ‘81/'82
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| I was nervous tongue tied
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| She played it cool
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| Eyes the size of Olympic pools
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| Still waters simple jewels
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| Conversation wanders/I took my cues
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| Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
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| Stormed the castle
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| Swam the moat
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| A moments hesitation
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| Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
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| I left to make a sale
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| She stayed in bed
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| Soon as I returned crooked a finger
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| Spread those legs
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| I gave her head/no need for reciprocal
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| She can’t suck dick worth shit
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| The scale is digital
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| Olivia Newton John/urging me to get physical
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| But I ain’t have the heart
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| A squirter/floods biblical/the sea parts
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| Post-coital/cherry glows
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| She asks me what I’m thinking
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| I’m wondering what she knows
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| Draw is no joke/start to doze
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| But she gots to have it
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| 40 acres and a mule/I'm outta practice
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| Played myself/Mars Blackmon
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| Sackcloth & ashes
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| Victory has a thousand fathers
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| Defeat is a bastard/in the group home
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| Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
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| With the roof gone
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| David Copperfield shit/Wuthering Heights
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| She had me working all night/union job
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| I got time and a half
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| Praise be to Allah
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| Ignored the fact that her stories dont add up
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| Like Scheherazade |