Baseball, touchdown! Take a sip from a drink. Waist down, lie down Trust your assets to me. Take a wave, a sip, a tongue What you’re checking for, looks-appeal? The sex is in the field. But the chimps have failed, and all the whales What you’re checking for, Mother Nature? This chick has gone way too long. But sure you get lonesome And when you get lonesome The chase it seems faster, deviant and mean. Sail away from this ulcer, and play your cards faster Now all that we can say is that the play’s about a sleeping sheep Now wait, stop, take hard Drugs, they’re safe an…
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