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My hands go over her body Like soap with the suds Daddy's coming home baby Be ready, fed, dressed, and good. Do I want to, will we? Should? All the shoulds in the world Undressed my baby girl, on a Melodic string I hold her heart As she susurrates more of the good Stuff baby.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
susurrate her love
My hands go over her body Like soap with the suds Daddy's coming home baby Be ready, fed, dressed, and good. Do I want to, will we? Should? All the shoulds in the world Undressed my baby girl, on a Melodic string I hold her heart As she susurrates more of the good Stuff baby.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
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