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Jan 9
I got my kicks
On route 67
She lived at
The top
Of my
stairway
To heaven.
Her lust for life
Second to none
She was my pretty woman
In her house of fun.

Loving her was
A coming Of age
Beauty personified
My teenage rampage,
Very sweet she’s truly
Alive wow she loved my
Dimblegate drive.

I got my kicks
Out of route 68
I gave her all my
Loving
When I was at her gate.
We Get it on
we did not fret
High on the happy side
I made her wet wet wet.

I got my kicks
on route 69
That’s where
Rhiannon
My pretty woman
Didn’t walk the line

Got my kicks
on route 70
Up that stairway
I did get
plenty,
Her loving arms
My jailhouse rock
Use your imagination
I’ll do anything
For love but
I won’t do that.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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