Pirates of pleasure
In foreign waters
Access to excess
The fingers linger
On a perfect rounded bottom
In a conga line
Lust is a bust
This is no love boat
It's headed for dry dock
As a floating hospital
Swimming the high seas
With some unknown disease
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Pirates of pleasure
In foreign waters
Access to excess
The fingers linger
On a perfect rounded bottom
In a conga line
Lust is a bust
This is no love boat
It's headed for dry dock
As a floating hospital
Swimming the high seas
With some unknown disease
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