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Cherry Coke
Lead on,
brave steed,
up ambled stairs,
this musky room,
abrubt with noise.
Let's climb until we find our chairs
above the sea of girls and boys.
The very back... that's what I like.
We're sucking face on Friday night!
Just take a seat beside me here.
I'll make your worries disappear.
You sip your drink. I'll lick your ear.
Pay no attention to that screen
as I go down on bended knee
and treat you, lover, like a king.
Unlock your door. I'll set you free.
There's no place you would rather be
than here with me
than here with me.
The eyes around us cannot know
the utter bliss of letting go,
but in your face I see it show!
I watch you grow!
I watch you grow!
My Cherry Coke, your Baby Ruth -
It's what's for dinner in this booth!
So, latch me on and grip my ass
before the final scene is cast.
We'll ride like heros in the wind
until our show's climactic end.
I won't pretend!
I won't pretend!
Please fill me when your ship comes in...
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