"You can't hold it too tight,
These matters of security.
You don't have to be wound so tight,
Smoking on the balcony.
But it's that sleaze in a park
You women you have no self-control,
The angels remark outside
You were known for insatiable means
I don't know a thing."
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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