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I heard you were a master with those soft lips,
something of a professional at word play,
how did you find time last October?
i've been wishing you would come down my way,

long walks, greater and longer sex,
the blue in your eyes leaves me perplexed,
okay i guess back in December i had to go,
taught me how to feel you through even the radio,

let the movies play i'll keep rubbing,
right when things get good i heard a creak on the stairs,
tugging on my hoody stings made you finish girl,
the things we would have done with only 20 more minutes girl,

whisper my name in my ear so i know that,
what i'm doing makes you feel good, squeeze your fingers at,
the part of my back where my shoulders stick out and kiss my neck,
a whore with a common whore heart gained my respect.