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Hey Harvey Wallbanger I’d like you to tie me to the bedpost, baby And press your fuzzy navel to my *slippery ****** Give me your white angel kiss and I’ll lie down like a brown cow While between the sheets you play the Italian stallion. Like a kamikaze pilot head for my pink squirrel Then give me your ol’ Alabama slammer And pack a *** punch* into that screwdriver of yours. I want a *screaming ****** That’ll send me to blue heaven. Wu Wu! So, don’t mention that ****** Mary* With her devil’s kiss, Or you’ll find I can give a snake bite that’s as deadly as a B-52. Instead let’s ride into the tequila sunset in our golden Cadillac For *** on the beach* And on the sea breeze we'll hear an old love song sung by a ‘salty dog’ with a Gibson And watch a tropical storm over Manhattan We'll go to Peppermint Patti’s café And order an Irish coffee and a large slice of cherry pie. Happy, after dark let’s drive home for a *sloe comfortable ***** with satin pillows* And fall into the sweet surrender of a summer dream.
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
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Hey Harvey Wallbanger I’d like you to tie me to the bedpost, baby And press your fuzzy navel to my *slippery ****** Give me your white angel kiss and I’ll lie down like a brown cow While between the sheets you play the Italian stallion. Like a kamikaze pilot head for my pink squirrel Then give me your ol’ Alabama slammer And pack a *** punch* into that screwdriver of yours. I want a *screaming ****** That’ll send me to blue heaven. Wu Wu! So, don’t mention that ****** Mary* With her devil’s kiss, Or you’ll find I can give a snake bite that’s as deadly as a B-52. Instead let’s ride into the tequila sunset in our golden Cadillac For *** on the beach* And on the sea breeze we'll hear an old love song sung by a ‘salty dog’ with a Gibson And watch a tropical storm over Manhattan We'll go to Peppermint Patti’s café And order an Irish coffee and a large slice of cherry pie. Happy, after dark let’s drive home for a *sloe comfortable ***** with satin pillows* And fall into the sweet surrender of a summer dream.
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
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