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--- There are some boyz Across the street The kind I wouldn't Like to meet They are as tan As toasted wheat Their bedrooms prob'ly Smell like feet Their pecs are pumped Their abs are bunched Eat a half a cow for lunch I don't know, I have a hunch They wave goodbye to Cap'n Crunch! They play bad music Have loud voices Use poor vocabulary choices They are cute, have pretty faces But couldn't tie their own shoelaces So long serene nights With you, my moon So long peaceful afternoons They use their yard as a spittoon I'm gonna just go inside real soon And pick up the telephone Call a number that I own Soon of noise I will be free *I know their landlord you see!* SoulSurvivor (C) 8/30/2015
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Boyz
--- There are some boyz Across the street The kind I wouldn't Like to meet They are as tan As toasted wheat Their bedrooms prob'ly Smell like feet Their pecs are pumped Their abs are bunched Eat a half a cow for lunch I don't know, I have a hunch They wave goodbye to Cap'n Crunch! They play bad music Have loud voices Use poor vocabulary choices They are cute, have pretty faces But couldn't tie their own shoelaces So long serene nights With you, my moon So long peaceful afternoons They use their yard as a spittoon I'm gonna just go inside real soon And pick up the telephone Call a number that I own Soon of noise I will be free *I know their landlord you see!* SoulSurvivor (C) 8/30/2015
New neighbors :/
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
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