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Fiery free moments Are coming for me They took us to London Then New York City As clear as the gel pens You had while you lived in the sticks Along with Slip'n'Slide All the boys you played with Always paid for your tricks When the bizarre ill-willing troche Trap men in their snares, and everywhere it seems everyone's begin to stare. Into my eyes (As a tug boat and its bride) My dad's corduroy ties (In the closet upstairs in the basement) You wouldn't dare, would you? You wouldn't dare I embraced the tide that took away our guts our stuff when enoughs enough enoughs enough So carry around your game in handwritten pamphlets While you delve into the reasons you didn't want them laminated When I spoke to Commander Owens ("Let's say the town didn't go wild") But rather you and I I Left too long perhaps another time Remember, Remember Recital time's at noon The pianists' laminate cut off the last bar and he's starting in 2(2) The priest asked Justin if he'd come in earlier too Venomously he cast aside the bride and groom So we played Slip'n'Slide for the wedding party in our living room Dancers start on the left then double-back with the left inside Turn their bodies, dip their hips, restart and double-back to the right But before the wedding party, she proposed to him with his favorite song In the San Francisco Airport arrivals, when he turned the stereo on Parked at curbside pickup laid down and started Slip and Sliding.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
Slip 'n Slide