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...you... (in the key of Jimi)
I Pledge Allegiance
to this dread
wrapping my lips around
his third leg
As he masterfully strums this
Voodoo Child
Keeping me within his
Purple Haze
Slashing and plucking
my base
As I
Testify
Screaming out to an old
Isle Brother’s track
Strobe lights adding to the trip
flashes of us intertwined
Making my last
Wind Cry Mary
Gyrating seductively
Becoming your
Little Miss Strange
Ready to be
objectified
Longing to subjected to
Your pain
Can wait for those
Long Hot Summer Nights
Sweat dripping down my back
Your tongue following in its tracks
If 6 was 9
I can’t
Wait Until Tomorrow
To lay with you lazily
Heightened by our intensity
and gaze at our
Castles made in the Sand
to this dread
wrapping my lips around
his third leg
As he masterfully strums this
Voodoo Child
Keeping me within his
Purple Haze
Slashing and plucking
my base
As I
Testify
Screaming out to an old
Isle Brother’s track
Strobe lights adding to the trip
flashes of us intertwined
Making my last
Wind Cry Mary
Gyrating seductively
Becoming your
Little Miss Strange
Ready to be
objectified
Longing to subjected to
Your pain
Can wait for those
Long Hot Summer Nights
Sweat dripping down my back
Your tongue following in its tracks
If 6 was 9
I can’t
Wait Until Tomorrow
To lay with you lazily
Heightened by our intensity
and gaze at our
Castles made in the Sand
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