When Sally Wears Her Strap-On

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When Sally wears her strap-on she refuses to ask directions
When Sally wears her strap-on she parks better than I do
When Sally wears her strap-on she throws her socks on the floor and refuses to change out of her gym clothes
When Sally wears her strap-on she grunts about her day
When Sally wears her strap-on she can drink me under the table
One may ask, is it the phallus that makes you lose your brains?

But I must say, nay,
Because Sally always refuses to ask directions
Because Sally always park better than I do
Because, sigh, Sally always throws her socks on the floor and refuses to change out of her gym clothes
Because Sally always grunts about her day
Because Sally always drinks me under the table, and under her, anytime

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