They say that lonely women Make really good lovers Only my hands would know They're all that's under my covers I was realy hoping that you Would fill my empty space You don't remember my number Do you remember my face Pick up the phone and call me 555-5557 I want a piece of your ass And a little taste of your Heaven I'm really not always this way But I admit my patience runs thin Once in a year is not enough I can hardly wait to let you in....
Reason for writing:
Isn't it obvious?
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