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Author: Rosey-Posey
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Humor - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-04-09 - Updated: 11-04-09 - id:2737900

To the tune of let ur ears hang low.


I do this, this, this,

And u do that that that

And we'll meet back home

for a chat chat chat

before we tap tap tap

and you hit it hit it

This is how our ryme goes.

Do you get it, get it?

I do this this this

you do that that that

and we all go together

on this big ol'map.

WE kick it old school

and we rock it out cool

this is how we roll.

lets leave it at that.

We shake are asses

and we roll it down south.

We ride hard with no pain,

We jump up and down

and we fly around

i do this this this,

you do that that that.

then we pat pat pat

and get down down down.

no ones left with a frown.

Let it all hang out.

We sex sex sex

til the morninig comes.

Then we stop.

Let the inuendos lay around.

I do this this this

and you do that that that.

then we meet up in the middle

and we have a chat, chat chat.

This is how imagination goes,

you shouldnt think like that.

Bad teen minds.

i do this this this,

you do that that that,

I do this this,

you do that that

this, that

dum dum



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