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Sep 2012
ooooh,
look at the head lights.
And then glance at the wheels.
See, how the body shines?
Don't the wax appears tight.

Feel the leathers.
Smooth and soft to the touch.
Check out the dash board.
The interior is appealing.

And the bumpers impressive.
I listen closely to the engine.
The motor sounds great.
And you thought I was talking about a car.
When in truth I'm speaking of a girl.

Yes, it might sound sexist.
But then a woman might think of a man like a truck.
And, I wonder what they compare them too.
A GMC.
A Chevy or Ford pickup truck.
Sure, I wants to drive.
Just the same as them.
Yes, I be happy just riding along.
If she don't wants to come along.
We better look out.
When they starts to speak about him.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   Will Mercier
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