Friday, September 6, 2013


She thought I was sweet and innocent til I took my shirt off/Fresh out the shower with the dirt off/She thank me for the frustration I work off/My outlet is rubbing me with lotion to keep my skin soft/Rub my back when I cough/Rub my chest as I talk/Naked I stare when she walk/Her heart fragile as chalk/Outside firm as a bean stalk

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