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Greased up deaf guyLike the cartoon Slick as asses on baboonsI believe this lube is labeled move I've took a dip right from the tubeMy toy box yes is quite immenseBigger then when I was sixThere's toothbrushes But not just for teethThey buzz and spin for underneath To shake your legs And make you breatheTo claw and squeeze those moistened sheetsA hard and quite erratic pace Eyes rollback within your face Massager there to rub it outAnd Dick is there both firm and stoutBut caution it may make you shoutOr drip right from the teapots spout Blindfolds there and wooden spoons So I can see it when you swoonAnd stir the Mac within the potA riding crop for me to swatFeather dust that will tease A pad thats soft enough for kneesCamera there to make you cheeseAnd something else if you say pleasePills and plugs and strap me doos Enough to last all afternoonAn average Joe for you to chooseAll there just to make you oozeThere rings and things and cockney blingsRope and handles chains that clingTied up so that you may swingTwo spits in there so this won't sting
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She left it all but stole my breath The one was held in wait for deathAnd breathed it slowly back to me Last piece of hope last joint of weedWe all get there eventuallyAnd when we do awake or dream?Or pass it by unconsciouslySubconsciously inside we know Who beats the drum who helps us growInto the dreams we dream to seeOutside the realms of make believe Believe you me this mountain tall Designed for slips and anxious stallsBut universe it sets this pathA window made of mirrored glassWho makes the rules who writes the play Who decides what lights the pageSunlight glistened moonlight beams Feed the fire engine steamsAnd roll that beast across the track And let the smoke escape the stack Those rules were wrote on clay that crack But properties of clay are vast Although past things were built to last Reconstitute the clay with smash Add the water mix the batchAnd there we have it as clean slate tabFor new rules the olden ones are trashThe ones that inspired those to hatch Opened doors and walked right past And said we changed who changed in fact The change was love they gave it backAnd there ours sat upon a shelf They handed theirs to someone else Someone who only saw their veilDrivers screw and hammers nail We flipped the coin we chose the tailThere's some that know tails never fails Open your hearts and close your eyes Breathe and smell the roses hideIts easy to fall down you seeBe slips on slopes eternallyIts hard to pick up broken pieceEasy to look but hard to seeThere's loves that blossom some that swell The universe will treat us well if we look only with love to see Stole my breath yet I still breathe