9.2.14

Big delicious
I'm anti-malicious
It's poetic, the way
That ya make me anxious
I want my hands
To pet you sweetly
But it's every night 
That I'm always leaving
Remember me when it's morning time, baby doo bop
The clever sea is the glory sweet spot
Let me serve you tequila when the sun is gone 
I may not stay over
But I enjoy when we groove along 

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