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Jan 2013
Got up an put on my shoes an said baby I'm goin where there aint no blues.
She said get back in bed an tell me about the trouble in your head.
But its not me, I've just so much more to see
an I haven't been ignoring you,
I just stopped adoring you.
Come on, you must be familiar
with the sensation, all these men you lead with temptation.
Jus go, with your hair and your eyes,
theres plenty a man to ***** at those thighs.

But when you come, which I know you will,
all whimper and wine
I'll be too ****** far to waste more of my time.
Written by
Alex Muffin
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