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Just one more
When the sun goes down
Miss Lindsay Brown
Gets in a car and slips away.
Frantically she's searching for
The one good thing that she’d addore
No not a bore just just one more
No not a chore just just one more
She’d say.
Flashingly the lights do flick
Brains bash and flip - a pointy stick
Bloods rush and trip, a flying ship
Just just the thing she just can’t grip
One more one more and I'll bite my lip
She’d say...
Miss Lindsay Brown
Gets in a car and slips away.
Frantically she's searching for
The one good thing that she’d addore
No not a bore just just one more
No not a chore just just one more
She’d say.
Flashingly the lights do flick
Brains bash and flip - a pointy stick
Bloods rush and trip, a flying ship
Just just the thing she just can’t grip
One more one more and I'll bite my lip
She’d say...
Published 3rd Mar 2021
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