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Walk On The Wild Side
Bored humdrum days and long oh-hum nights,
life seems a tedious ride.
Being mister nice guy, pretty much bites,
let’s walk on the wild side.
No more monotonous kiss on the cheek,
lets feel some hot lips collide.
My tongue desires to play hide-and-seek,
let’s kiss on the wild side.
Toss out the warm flannel nightgown for bed,
wear something undignified.
Stockings, lace garters, and high heels instead,
make love on the wild side.
Forget drinking tea with our nose in the air,
acting prim, all sissified.
A fifth of Jim Beam, then loosen your hair,
get high on the wild side.
Drive around town in a van, of course,
legally belted inside.
Lets cash it all in a on a little red Porsche
live fast on the wild side.
No sense hanging out, and waiting for death,
take day after day in stride.
Party on and make love, to our last dying breath,
let’s walk on the wild side.
