Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobsI guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered youI know my haiku's are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound french
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with john water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in starsFuckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at nightOne milkshake, two strawsFuckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at nightDon't I (don't i)
Sound so (sound so)
Sexy (sexy)
Echo (echoRelease the doves!
Songwriters
FRANKS, JAMES M. / DEAN, HARRYPublished by
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