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Oct 2013
Bone Loan

Like always I'm sitting home,
my hair, I'm giving a quick comb.
Girls call me on the phone,
always knowing, that I'm alone.
They only call for just one thing,
I stare at my phone, waiting for that ring.
They always call begging for money,
saying please and calling me honey.
I don't ask or care what it's for,
they always know, it's time to be my *****.
They think about it, but the answer is always yes,
hundreds of girls know my address.
It doesn't matter how much they need,
they're hungry and I got the right feed.
The girls that call never change their mind,
they only call when their in a major bind.
When they arrive, they tell me a price,
I have six positions on my lucky dice.
I'm so generous, I let them roll,
to break the ice, we smoke a bowl.
We talk, we laugh we get undressed,
life is fun being on house arrest.
Now their money they must earn,
I'm the sugar daddy, and their butter I churn.
Before they get their money, first they must moan,
this is what I like to call my famous bone loan.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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