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We Can't Kiss 'till Easter

You said we can't kiss till Easter. 

Who says I'll want to kiss you on Easter. 

Who says I want to kiss you now. 

Now you want to kiss me, 

After changing your dresses and hair and nails. 

And after 

getting-it-out-of-your-system, you want to kiss me. 

I want to kiss you on Easter. 

I want to kiss you right now,

I want to pull your hair and and smear you lipstick.

But I won't tell you that. 

Last time I did you ****** on my tires.

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eric-guitian
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Published
Feb 24, 2012
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