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Click hereRupert Phife had a good life
A girl friend and a wife
He’d make love twice a week
To his wife he didn’t seek
To his mistress with great passion
In her cunt and in her ass on
Almost every occasion he
Had the opportunity
He’d travel far across town
To bed his girlfriend down
His wife began to suspect
When at night he’d reflect
In sleep talk he’d recount away
The sex he’d had that very day
He’d murmur as he'd start to squirm
His wife so neatly would worm
Her hand inside his pajama’s fly
And gently rub his cock inside
Relived of his stress and more
Rupert would begin to snore
She did this each and every night
To his unknown delight
The problem was with his mistress
He could not get his cock stressed
To rise and swell up as before
His girlfriend suspecting so much more
Accused him of infidelity
She had a streak of jealousy
So Rupert Phife now just fucks his wife
Who has learned how to simplify his life
He no longer travels very far
His wife drives a new Mercedes car
To visit her paramour
Could she ask for any more?
this could be a song in musical theater. TK U MLJ LV NV