tashasdaddy
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I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!
Collards is green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Your hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.
You move like a bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfying as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.
On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.
Like a roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin overhead.
You ain't mean like those faar ants
I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
You spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, its perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!
Collards is green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Your hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.
You move like a bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfying as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.
On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.
Like a roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin overhead.
You ain't mean like those faar ants
I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
You spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, its perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.