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Seventy Seven Miles
Later to be discovered
As a walking cigarette
Intimate on Skype
Multitasking on the bar
Oh what a gentleman
Telling me to straighten my hair
Wear tighter clothing
mushy much big mouth
Yet too small to contain my tongue
A magnetic piercing
And a couple tattoos
Will do the trick
To draw me into a whirlpool
Till I got sick
Seventy seven miles is not long distance
It was the distance between our hearts
As a walking cigarette
Intimate on Skype
Multitasking on the bar
Oh what a gentleman
Telling me to straighten my hair
Wear tighter clothing
mushy much big mouth
Yet too small to contain my tongue
A magnetic piercing
And a couple tattoos
Will do the trick
To draw me into a whirlpool
Till I got sick
Seventy seven miles is not long distance
It was the distance between our hearts
Published 2nd Jul 2012
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