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once seven pm in this neck of the woods comes 'round it's blues and gin time a bit of eight ball on the table the dice in the corner girls in short dresses and perfume Floyd Dixon making the women wet a bonfire outside a sip of moonshine her looking red lipped licking me trying to remember her name beats turned up and the cue ball slams into the rack and vicious I stare seductive as ten grenadine bottles in the window back at her svelte high hair load of makeup smiles tight assed hips posed just right there hell its past 7 now give yo a ride home Mabel? she smiles
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
she smiles
once seven pm in this neck of the woods comes 'round it's blues and gin time a bit of eight ball on the table the dice in the corner girls in short dresses and perfume Floyd Dixon making the women wet a bonfire outside a sip of moonshine her looking red lipped licking me trying to remember her name beats turned up and the cue ball slams into the rack and vicious I stare seductive as ten grenadine bottles in the window back at her svelte high hair load of makeup smiles tight assed hips posed just right there hell its past 7 now give yo a ride home Mabel? she smiles
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
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