to that wonderful woman who left her pants at home:
ohh sweet lady,
i see your face now!
the stance by the door,
the wonderful frown!
hands to your hips,
the stares of those eyes.
the quakey quiver,
(ohh!)i meant your thighs(:
love for the playground,
dreams of a child.
swears of a biatch,
ooohh it makes me wild!
so for my idol,
a word to you.
pants would be good,
(seriously) sluts aint cool.
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