Time To Unite And Take Flight!
For U there were many things the cat could do. Like underwear with squeal marks in your view. I bet that would raise your neck hair. But mine too, so I avoided that at my lair. Instead we go all Union at my sea and it still is kinda scary.
I sit and pray toward the sky,But no matter how much I try,This tingly feeling will not pass.I still have a hand up my ass.
I scream and continue to fight.But the sucker gets all the more tight.No matter how much I sass.I still have a hand up my ass.
I get the blame for each outrageous claim.People all around make fun of my name.I'm mocked by every social class.All thanks to a head hand up my ass.
People around me get dubbed Sir.The line between us continues to blur.If not for your ring of brass,And that hand you have up my ass.
I search for pure bliss.Almost securing a kiss.That is until the sweet lass.Notices a hand up my ass.
Why can't I be set free?Why do you put pressure in me?Certain places you should never trespass.Like sticking a hand up my ass.
I can't even dress myself.Plus I'm as tall as an elf.I'm wood seeking some lawn grass.Do I really need a hand up my ass?
Don't even think about it!I don't want to swap your spit.My eyes may be made of glass.But I know you want more than a hand up my ass.
Oh my life without that hand.Would be ever so grand.I could swim with bass,But no, you have a hand up my ass.
Some have it so good.They may have no wood.But aren't fighting a tingly feeling that won't pass.Like me, forever, with a hand up my ass.
That is sure a union I would not like. But one would soon take a hike. For they would not like what they found. The cat can scare away a butt sniffing hound. So what else can I say class? I'm just happy I don't have such a mass up my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
I sit and pray toward the sky,But no matter how much I try,This tingly feeling will not pass.I still have a hand up my ass.

I scream and continue to fight.But the sucker gets all the more tight.No matter how much I sass.I still have a hand up my ass.

I get the blame for each outrageous claim.People all around make fun of my name.I'm mocked by every social class.All thanks to a head hand up my ass.

People around me get dubbed Sir.The line between us continues to blur.If not for your ring of brass,And that hand you have up my ass.

I search for pure bliss.Almost securing a kiss.That is until the sweet lass.Notices a hand up my ass.
Why can't I be set free?Why do you put pressure in me?Certain places you should never trespass.Like sticking a hand up my ass.

I can't even dress myself.Plus I'm as tall as an elf.I'm wood seeking some lawn grass.Do I really need a hand up my ass?

Don't even think about it!I don't want to swap your spit.My eyes may be made of glass.But I know you want more than a hand up my ass.
Oh my life without that hand.Would be ever so grand.I could swim with bass,But no, you have a hand up my ass.

Some have it so good.They may have no wood.But aren't fighting a tingly feeling that won't pass.Like me, forever, with a hand up my ass.
That is sure a union I would not like. But one would soon take a hike. For they would not like what they found. The cat can scare away a butt sniffing hound. So what else can I say class? I'm just happy I don't have such a mass up my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Published on April 24, 2013 03:00
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