All the time talkin' 'bout the insiration. Best leave off about the
rhyme.
Along comes a boy, He's filled with adulation.
Specualtes if now is not the time.
She was known to take a drop or two in the morning.
Yesterdays and lazy days the same.
With collagen and fingernails and silicon adorning.
All the boys, they knew her by name.
Now he's a sport and she's a sport and al the world, they love a sport.
And if you've got the urge, we got the time.
Layin' on her side, it makes her melancholy.
She specualtes if now is not the time.
Now baby's breath and orchids are a lethal combination.
When you get that girl you got to go.
And finger pie in April leads to penetration....
But June, she's apt to take it kinda slow.
He's born in Beverly Hills, but raised in Albuquerque.
All the little girls, they thought him fine.
But George E. Porge, he'd kissed the girls and felt he'd rather kiss the
boys.
And specualtes if now is not the time
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