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Let the Games Begin
Let The Games Begin
I want your horseshoes around my steak
Let’s play until the score is twenty one
It’s not you getting a ringer ever time
It’s scoring close and having fun
I want my balls to sink into your basket
A swish but I’ll call a few with a bank
From long range to a free throw
If I get two in I’ll smile and say thanks
I want my eight ball in your pocket
Yes , we’ll even play count slop
I’ll keep trying until my balls
Hit all your holes, disappear and drop
I want to be your personal ninja
For You be my challenge course
Watch me conquer your naked body
With different ways of intercourse
Let me run around your bases
And have fun sliding into your Home
But also stop and at third base
Get my fingers wet as they roam
I want to sink my shinning Calloway
In your hole upon your green
And when I’m done with scoring a par
Take out my driver and do it again
,
I want to be a pointed dart
Your body is my board on a wall
Let me take my stabs at scoring high
Or go for your bullseye once and for all
Yes our love life is just a game
We both win even when one of us lose
For I’m blowing my load inside you babe
Let sex be our drug we both abuse
I want your horseshoes around my steak
Let’s play until the score is twenty one
It’s not you getting a ringer ever time
It’s scoring close and having fun
I want my balls to sink into your basket
A swish but I’ll call a few with a bank
From long range to a free throw
If I get two in I’ll smile and say thanks
I want my eight ball in your pocket
Yes , we’ll even play count slop
I’ll keep trying until my balls
Hit all your holes, disappear and drop
I want to be your personal ninja
For You be my challenge course
Watch me conquer your naked body
With different ways of intercourse
Let me run around your bases
And have fun sliding into your Home
But also stop and at third base
Get my fingers wet as they roam
I want to sink my shinning Calloway
In your hole upon your green
And when I’m done with scoring a par
Take out my driver and do it again
,
I want to be a pointed dart
Your body is my board on a wall
Let me take my stabs at scoring high
Or go for your bullseye once and for all
Yes our love life is just a game
We both win even when one of us lose
For I’m blowing my load inside you babe
Let sex be our drug we both abuse
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