Stuck inside and bored, stalled
Bent and fried, whatever
Clever feeling comes on, like time in
Our youth, baby, youth, honey, youth

Will we ever make out, my dear?
Are we giving up today?
It's a regular disparity
All we need is to find a way
If we ever make out, my dear
If we ever make out this year...

Well my veins exploded with a mighty rush as I fell onto your buns
And the first bun said to the second bun there, "He took that pill, we're done!"
Hands on your buns, randy and fun
And I nailed her, bam, her trailer man, we're lurching on in fun
Put my brand on your buns, tanned by the sun
Glans having fun, land on your bum

Well the under-wear sure flew in record time, while we had a little fun
And we both were running for the bedroom there, like two rabbits from a gun
Glands on the run, grand are your buns
And I scaled her, man, and sailed her ma'am, we're searching with our tongues
Got your hand on my gun, hands having fun

Yeah we're banding as one, grand is your tongue
Hands on your buns, glans having fun

Well excitement's falling and our toes are curled,
but breath won't settle down
Now we're down, we're gasping for it, have no air,
But--wheeze! Need it to be found

Bagged, need some wind; Fanned, ox-y-gen!
Then you gently nudge, I start to budge
We'll try a little more
Till we can't do the bump, can't jump the rump,
Can't ride the hump, can't thump the plump


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