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Dec 2014
They sit there in their Gucci pristine suits
and here come's a ***** they don't want to ****
no no they want to see her scrubbing pans
just like their sweet wives back at home

Next they watch her folding linen
now in the bedroom, not the kitchen
wow linen is splitting
in their Gucci fittings

They nod their heads and clap their hands
in this strange rising sun land
now it gets naughty
as the **** sweeps the hallway

Those *** boys have tears now
in all three eyes
this is hotter then horseradish
this cleaning lady fetish


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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