Subject: Ode, manUnder the sheets or on top of the covers Head in the pillow trying not to smother He's got an itch that needs scratching But you won't have to work Laying there while your uglies are slappin Ass in the air Moving with some flair Hanging from the ceiling I'll ring your little bell Just show me some feeling The load is a heavy one Just trying to get him some This wickedly heady imperative The but of every joke Spend his life trying to merit it He knows it's silly She knows it's real He's not gettin any She's trying to heal From riding horses all day This wasn't the deal
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