I love to circumspectly stare
At your Gucci underwear
I love to rip it off once more
And see it crumpled on the floor
I love to kiss you Paris style
It makes my heart beat, oh, so wild
As I make progress toward my goal
To put some rapture in your soul
Come with me to sweet Valhalla
While you're whooping, I will holler
In that celebration glory
**** I like a red hot story
It might last a hundred years
But if we don't please have no fears
We'll stay close on our connector
Till our last drop of heaven's nectar
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
I love to circumspectly stare
At your Gucci underwear
I love to rip it off once more
And see it crumpled on the floor
I love to kiss you Paris style
It makes my heart beat, oh, so wild
As I make progress toward my goal
To put some rapture in your soul
Come with me to sweet Valhalla
While you're whooping, I will holler
In that celebration glory
**** I like a red hot story
It might last a hundred years
But if we don't please have no fears
We'll stay close on our connector
Till our last drop of heaven's nectar
Copyright Louis Brown
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