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Do not go there Daughter Dear. He is rough and Smells of beer. And I would not Want you seen On his loud Two-wheeled machine. He is not your Type at all, He's too handsome, Strong and tall.. What would all the Neighbors say When they see you Ride away With your skirt all Cinched-up high With that Dark and Handsome guy? What? You say he Has a job? Educated? Not a slob? Well, I guess then, Just one date. I'll wait up though, Don't be late.
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Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 10:13 PM UTC
A Mother's Worry
Do not go there Daughter Dear. He is rough and Smells of beer. And I would not Want you seen On his loud Two-wheeled machine. He is not your Type at all, He's too handsome, Strong and tall.. What would all the Neighbors say When they see you Ride away With your skirt all Cinched-up high With that Dark and Handsome guy? What? You say he Has a job? Educated? Not a slob? Well, I guess then, Just one date. I'll wait up though, Don't be late.
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Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 10:13 PM UTC
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