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stressed at best
It's too much to take
Been sick and had the rest
And still my loins ache

They'll be aching aching
Around 2p.m.
When he has his way
That I be nice to him

And nice to me
Is his birthday suit
It's quiet I set free
As your point is moot.


8/16/2005 1037 cj


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