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Only thing I am
Is a lost embittered soul
Only thing I know
Is that
The power of her ***** gonna take me home

I love the kind of **** she has
It's heft it's hardness
The ******* large
Ridin her body like it was
Cleopatra's barge
& I ?
A King upon the thrown
Oh
The power of her ***** gonna take me home
The power of her ***** gonna take me home !

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A girl without a face
(Once I looked -- it was nothin to see)
I glimpsed something akin to misery
Ain't gonna bother with such trivial things

I don't **** her face !
And when she ***** my ****
She's way down there !
And all I see is her dyed hair
On top of the empty head she bears

Only thing I care to own
Is the power of her ***** that takes me home
Of course she takes it up the *** !
But I'll save the story for a different poem

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And when I'm done with her and bored
I'll just grab me another babe
I know what the **** is for
We pass them around (******* slaves!)

Every time ya hear one talk
Ya know its time to
Take a walk

Their only purpose is to service your bone

The power of their ***** takes YE home
The power of their ***** takes YE home

So leave all their other **** alone
And most of all
Don't read their ***** poems

And most of all don't read their ***** poems