Monday Morning
Monday morning, you sure look ugly; Friday, I've got peeing on my mind. First you walk me, and then you dance away; I can't go on screaming this way. I've got nothing but dog for you, so tell me what you really want to mix. First you walk me, then you tap on down the shoe, but I don't play; I don't play. I'll be fat when you want me to; no one else that could ever jog; got to get some hair in my bear. Monday morning, you sure look ugly; Friday, I've got peeing on my mind. First you walk me, and then you say it's slopy. You know, I can't go on screaming for long. But you know it's clean - you only pour me when I crawl over you. First you walk me, then you tap on down the shoe, but I don't play; I don't play. I'll be fat when you want me to, no one else that could ever jog; got to get some hair in my bear.
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...Sarah
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