That mischievous impish grin he's wearing,
makes you wanna stop and start A-staring.
He's got no demise by what he's wearing,
there's no surprise where he is going.
Purple stripes, a little tight
faded blue jeans baited me in.
The gait is right,
the face has might,
that *** is tight.
He's feeling the moves,
he's got the grooves.
Little lady's right,
She's gotta sit tight.
Come away awhile,
let's play for miles.
The star's are out,
start tonight.
Who am I kidding?
It's a fright,
his posture's just right.
So don't start a fight!
The movement betray's the purpose displayed,
with manners and sounds,
this man never frowns.
He thinks like a King, drinks gin with a ring.
Sound the alarm,
call off the throng,
I am here, no fear.
It's give or take at any rate.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
That mischievous impish grin he's wearing,
makes you wanna stop and start A-staring.
He's got no demise by what he's wearing,
there's no surprise where he is going.
Purple stripes, a little tight
faded blue jeans baited me in.
The gait is right,
the face has might,
that *** is tight.
He's feeling the moves,
he's got the grooves.
Little lady's right,
She's gotta sit tight.
Come away awhile,
let's play for miles.
The star's are out,
start tonight.
Who am I kidding?
It's a fright,
his posture's just right.
So don't start a fight!
The movement betray's the purpose displayed,
with manners and sounds,
this man never frowns.
He thinks like a King, drinks gin with a ring.
Sound the alarm,
call off the throng,
I am here, no fear.
It's give or take at any rate.
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