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Nov 2019
She touch me, I touch her
She sitting there in her purple fur chair
Me Sir sir there and stare
He’s no square

He wanna join in
But not at the end
As he bend me over
She’s no left over

As he stroke deep
I was hoping to keep
Them both here with me tonight
But I might not be right after this long and steamy hot night
I will fight
If she think
That she so tight
That she can sneak in my bed Sky night
Written by
Santianna Oglesby
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