- Erotic Poetry
- Can't stop singing 'bout her.
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There's a girl that I know,
She's swinging her hips,
licking them lips,
Oh-ow-oh.
She dips, and drops.
Gotta body that rocks-
your woooooorld!
That's one damn special girl.
I can't tell her to go home,
I'd die if she'd leave me alone.
Man, my baby can drive me fucking crazy.
That dame,
can make the wildest party girl tame.
I'll sing 'bout her till I'm sick.
I love her just as good without a dick.
Two girls, with twist and turls.
Fucking till our toes curl.
She's that angel from hell.
A goddess in a human veil.
She's picture perfect,
but some perfect isn't worth it.
Dumb face,
fake boobs,
small waist,
Those girls ain't got no moves.
It's the animal we crave,
That sweet girl that can save-
us.
When she's walkin' by,
The whole room goes shush.
I'll sing 'bout her till I'm sick.
I love her just as good without a dick.
Two girls, with twist and turls,
Fucking till our toes curl.
I'd sing this song,
All damned day long,
But I've got this girl,
That swings those hips,
and licks them lips ....
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