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A Cold Day In Paradise
A leak is grounds to shut off gas
No heat, no shower, no oven
I pull the covers, hibernate
And hope that leak will soon be found
But a local girl comes around
Offers me a hand job for the warmth
I lie back while she begins to stroke
And feel my ice begin to melt
My gratitude knows few bounds
But I wonder if she is a pro
Yet her mercy is granted free of charge
And I hope that she will never go.
No heat, no shower, no oven
I pull the covers, hibernate
And hope that leak will soon be found
But a local girl comes around
Offers me a hand job for the warmth
I lie back while she begins to stroke
And feel my ice begin to melt
My gratitude knows few bounds
But I wonder if she is a pro
Yet her mercy is granted free of charge
And I hope that she will never go.
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