she says shes torn,
I say shes wrong,
She needs to keep her own,
The one she sings as her song.
He is her love song,
I am her kush bong,
He is her sweet dreams,
I am her ice cream.
He makes her happy,
I make her heart bumpy,
He is her current,
I am her lovely talent,
He loves her,
I serve her.
I guess shes rily torn,
Whether to wear a panty or a thong,
If am right or wrong,
Bottom line is,
I want her as much.
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