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Going to town with your girl


Submitted:Jul 25, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I find it rather fitting that our mate is babysitting

And you and I are flitting to the stars

That's why this rhyme I'm spitting from the armchair I am sitting

And later we'll be propping up local bars

I find it very fitting that your skirt rides up when sitting

And when climbing in and out of seats in cars

That's why feathers I am spitting at the blokes I know are hitting

On you while you drink in local bars

That's why this rhyme I'm spitting at the blokes I know are hitting

On you while you queue for drinks in bars

As the taxi fare you're splitting with no regard for how you're sitting

With the guys that look and dress like movie stars

There's no comfort in the fitting and these guys I feel like hitting

But I know I'll do time behind iron bars

So this brick that I am shitting makes me feel awkward when I'm sitting

But I'd still like their eyeballs in glass jars

Now the top that is tight fitting and the way you pout when sitting

Send my pulse hitting the planet Mars

And so I find it rather fitting that our mate is babysitting

And on you I'll be hitting in local bars...





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