Pushed six feet up the wall and my mouth well
old friend you never fail to fail on my behalf.
Got to love those folks though who get you into
the corner and have nerve to sneak a long feel
as they suck away your soul:
[Just because we look the same, we ain't the same.]
I know my place so hows 'bout not fucking
me just because I'm passed out sans undies
with legs spread and a little wet behind the ears.
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