Boating Down the River

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We were boating down the flowing
And the river was all wet
We were kissing and not rowing
Don’t you shake your stupid head

They say in the grove, they say in the woods
There grow those fucking pine trees
I am a young girl, and I like it good
This making out nightly

Don’t you dare to cuckoo, damn you
In those aspen trees above
You just perch on this white birch and
Have a weep for my true love

Listen moron, I’ll believe you
That our love can only grow
If you kiss me without stopping
Forty times all in a row

Come on he says, go on he says
Come visit me, be hasty
Come on he says, bring on he says
Your honey cakes so tasty

In the places where I fucked you
There the green grass now grows
But where I said, Honey fuck you
Only dead trees stand morose

Mommy scolds me for my free ways
And my dad, he’s oh so crass
If I come home late at night he
Breaks an oak log on my ass

I told you he says, I warned you he says
To show me some respect gal
I told him he says, I warned him he says
Your purposeless no-good pal

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