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Free for Time
Time was still and I wasn't
Stills are full of beer
Mines full of gems
I went to bed
Time kept going
I was growing at a even snails pace
What went through my mind
As I saw your face
Was I would like to French Kiss you in outer space
Free spirit I love your gait
Take me home to share some space
I love the time you sat on my hand
Made me full of pleasure
To tickle your land
Come to me darling
I will free some time
Just don't call me
Late for dinner
Stills are full of beer
Mines full of gems
I went to bed
Time kept going
I was growing at a even snails pace
What went through my mind
As I saw your face
Was I would like to French Kiss you in outer space
Free spirit I love your gait
Take me home to share some space
I love the time you sat on my hand
Made me full of pleasure
To tickle your land
Come to me darling
I will free some time
Just don't call me
Late for dinner
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