Tarts In Bed With Ginger Fred - 2018

The creation of a ginger man who's name is ginger fred Such a dirty bastard when he had tarts in his bed Those tarts where all so fruity they made his chocolate lead His icing went all runny as they sucked his ginger bread He would pop the cherry's and the strawberries he would suck The blackcurrants we're okay they're still quite good to fuck He'd watch two lemons licking and pay them each a buck Having all those tasty tarts he could not believe his luck If he ends up in a jam you know what he's been licking All those fucking jam filled tarts is the place his gingers sticking So if you see a ginger man with all his buttons missing You can bet your bottom dollar it's tarts that he's been kissing One tart is just not enough his antics he'd be tripping He would have a complete box even if it was crippling With his ginger crumbling and his melting chocolate rippling Some jam tarts are exceedingly good so damn you Mr Kipling

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