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Wild Little Dingo

my **** is like a monster

not dimensionally speaking

it's a monster like a wild little dingo

with a huge appetite

and some really mean *****

like kamikaze surfers waiting for take-off

with their engines on

 

when i see you

you are blond like something i might regret

you are pretty like something i always knew and loved

and your voice reminds me of a girl i used to care about but never actually met

your voice is perfect and always sings in tune

 

its midnight, really

and the band plays the last song

and they play it like its their last ever

and you say you always wanted a double-bass player

in your band

but i say i can play the banjo like the world is coming to an end

and "baby its cold outside"

yes it is colder than it ever was

but its OK

you got a bike

i live around the corner

so its goodnight from me

 

me

the out of order gentle ****** predator

the ***** watchman that just switched-off the lights

the good lieutenant of the debauched night shift

me, with a heart as big as the Pacific

and a smile that says **** me pretty please

goodnight

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