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Dec 2018
Here is what I’m drinking
And why yes I have been thinking
In your eyes, between your thighs, I find myself just sinking
So here’s what I goes
Let’s see where this thing propose
On your nerves, along your curves, I might just bite your toes
No way am I too *****
I’ve still got lots of drunk
But now you’ve gone and brought up kids and my ***** done up and shrunk
Written by
Jamison Bell
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