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Time To Grow A Consience!

It was all set up my game was so good
had more innocence going then little red riding hood
My charm seemed flowing she sighed and cooed
as Quincy would say I was so the Dude

She was talking softly and all in my ear
couldn't have been my imagination for I didn't have a beer
I wait until it is over before I drink that stuff
have to make sure my rocket gives her enough

We took it to her place and we really got down
no other soul could be seen around
She told me it's open so take what you need
been waiting for someone to do that deed

But man not sure what hit me maybe just bad luck
I stopped saying "sweetie all I can give is a fuck"
So I headed out the door like a peaceful dove
For I could give her sexing but just couldn't do the love
Written by JAZZMANOR
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