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I ain't afraid to tell the world, That you make me, What I hate most. That the jellybean drops, Slippin' from your lips, Spread like, Dollops - Sweet butter, On toast. Can't hide my sticky fingers - Drippin' your, Candy residue. Though, I plan to make, The best of it, Before the moon is new. My sternest strategies, 'neath the night's eyes, Light my ***** little schemin', My plot to watch, Your every step, Before the moment, That I steal you. -- I've been eatin' jellies, Since I was little - Today, I've tasted so many, But, the ones that slip, (And, sometimes, skip) From that head,   Drive my thoughts, Out, much, Too selfishly.
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Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
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I ain't afraid to tell the world, That you make me, What I hate most. That the jellybean drops, Slippin' from your lips, Spread like, Dollops - Sweet butter, On toast. Can't hide my sticky fingers - Drippin' your, Candy residue. Though, I plan to make, The best of it, Before the moon is new. My sternest strategies, 'neath the night's eyes, Light my ***** little schemin', My plot to watch, Your every step, Before the moment, That I steal you. -- I've been eatin' jellies, Since I was little - Today, I've tasted so many, But, the ones that slip, (And, sometimes, skip) From that head,   Drive my thoughts, Out, much, Too selfishly.
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Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
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