
CAVEDUDE #2
CAVEMOMS THOUGHT BUBBLE

Ohh my type
He's lewd
He's crude
He's in the mood
CAVEDUDE #2s THOUGHT BUBBLE




Ohh baby
She's my type
Bet she tastes
Like sugar and spice

MY THOUGHT BUBBLE
He's hung like a broom and sweeps
her off her feet
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More than she can handle
Too much to resist
No time like the moment
The right time to get kissed

In an instant
The affair begins

CAVEMOMS THOUGHT BUBBLE
I don't want him for my lover
I don't want him for my man
I want him undercover
I want a one night stand
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They leave the bar together and head
for his

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