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The strangest places
The strangest places
On the top deck of a bus, you're the girl who sucked my cock, people could see your head go down, it was rush hour, Five O'clock
In a public toilet, I got dragged in for a stand up fuck, I'd only known you a short while, I couldn't believe my luck
In the park on a Summers day, you sat across my face, I didn't want us to get caught, so I eat you out with pace
On the back seat of a car, we've been naked in the wood, getting back to nature, the fresh air did us some good
On a plane the mile high club, or in a cinema in the dark back row, or sitting in a private box, at a Broadway show
In a dark dank dungeon, or in front of a cheering crowd, try my best to make you moan and scream, I love it when you're loud
A million different places, I've fucked you in my head, shame they are just fantasies, made up from my bed
But if I could have you anywhere, the place I'd love to start, is held tightly in my arms, deep inside my heart
Ron
On the top deck of a bus, you're the girl who sucked my cock, people could see your head go down, it was rush hour, Five O'clock
In a public toilet, I got dragged in for a stand up fuck, I'd only known you a short while, I couldn't believe my luck
In the park on a Summers day, you sat across my face, I didn't want us to get caught, so I eat you out with pace
On the back seat of a car, we've been naked in the wood, getting back to nature, the fresh air did us some good
On a plane the mile high club, or in a cinema in the dark back row, or sitting in a private box, at a Broadway show
In a dark dank dungeon, or in front of a cheering crowd, try my best to make you moan and scream, I love it when you're loud
A million different places, I've fucked you in my head, shame they are just fantasies, made up from my bed
But if I could have you anywhere, the place I'd love to start, is held tightly in my arms, deep inside my heart
Ron
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