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Uh sitting at this desk waiting for the bell see I work 9 to 5 well 7 to 3 thirty I’m ***** A little flirty Tuck in my shirty Be helpful And curtious Don’t make a fuss Or ride the bus I’m a driver Got my **** tight like MacGyver Or Minnie Driver Don’t wanna be a miser So I share, dog Give it all away Make a play For Mr. Oregon day Maybe I’m cray cray But I still don’t say Nuthin that just may Hurt feelings in a bad way And I’m not gay ……just raised this way. And that’s o.k. This America, dog And I am free White and over 20 You prolly wanna be me Cause I’m tall And oh so **** It’s a blessing So quit messing Have I got ya guessing? This is me confessing I’m a nice guy Uh And its like that I’m a nice guy And I just wont quit See I hold the door For all comers Winter or summer Even wore rubbers Till I got married then things varied I still carry The bottles from the dairy Cause we live organic Try to avoid the panic We don’t act manic Sweeter that Alan Thicke I stack bricks But only for later use I don’t abuse Or make the rules I’m a nice guy.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
I'ma nice guy ****** rap/flow builder)
Uh sitting at this desk waiting for the bell see I work 9 to 5 well 7 to 3 thirty I’m ***** A little flirty Tuck in my shirty Be helpful And curtious Don’t make a fuss Or ride the bus I’m a driver Got my **** tight like MacGyver Or Minnie Driver Don’t wanna be a miser So I share, dog Give it all away Make a play For Mr. Oregon day Maybe I’m cray cray But I still don’t say Nuthin that just may Hurt feelings in a bad way And I’m not gay ……just raised this way. And that’s o.k. This America, dog And I am free White and over 20 You prolly wanna be me Cause I’m tall And oh so **** It’s a blessing So quit messing Have I got ya guessing? This is me confessing I’m a nice guy Uh And its like that I’m a nice guy And I just wont quit See I hold the door For all comers Winter or summer Even wore rubbers Till I got married then things varied I still carry The bottles from the dairy Cause we live organic Try to avoid the panic We don’t act manic Sweeter that Alan Thicke I stack bricks But only for later use I don’t abuse Or make the rules I’m a nice guy.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
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