M - Tought

You can cook
I can play
Were lovely
We're a hit

And noone knows our name
we are so fine
so sweet
like a tweet dweet tweet

oh we all want to hook our thigh
way up, way up high - in the ski
rough like a tought cowbow
with all his jewerly on
a doggy smells him
noone cares - noone swears
a buck hits the door
because you fucking swore
a promise you said your solemn
but yet i hear a sound
from way up downtown
and now we stick to our spot
and think an eazy thought
you and me are love
me and you are love
now and then
now and
again
once more
unill we touch
feel yur heat
see you happy
looking lovely
down to the buttom
 
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