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Previous - this entry written on February 25, 2002 at 3:55 am - Next Hey Mister I really like your daughter, I'd like to eat her like ice cream maybe dip her in chocolate Hey Mister on your way over in your Volvo, suit, and tie We'll be crawling in your bed soon messing around, maybe getting high It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure Hey Mister I really like your daughter. When I'm horny like thirsty She's a bottle of water. Hey Mister how'd it get so bad You raised her so well and now she's calling me daddy in the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen the perfect little gift for high school graduation. It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure Nana na nana na... I eat all the food in your fridge Call my friends around the world Rack up your long distance do Breakstands neutral drops Wreck all your cars Drink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet bar Order stuff on your credit cards Leave boogers in the skippy jar Smoke your cigars Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars When you call in late from work tell your wife You're at the titty bars It's not what ya did, It's not what ya didn't God gave her a perfect body and now I'm all up in it. It's not she's a tramp. It's not she's not pure. She just likes getting her fuck on, and its good for that I'm sure I can't lie I have to tell the truth My commandment says I'm a total spoof Your daughter's a freak Your daughter's a pro When I'm done with her She'll do one of your bros I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter I hope I'll never have a daughter Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, Nana na nana na, Nana na nana naaaaaaaa! *chuckles softly* Makes me think of this person I know, just a little bit... makes me think some rather interesting thoughts involving just what I'd like to do to that body... have I mentioned recently that sane or crazed, sober or drunk, stoned, stupid, whatever... I REALLY like this whole 'sex' concept? And Sin, I am sorry that I got back late and missed talking with you... argh! There's got to be some way to manage this without Pandy needing changed or you being stressed or me having to go do errands or the connections dying or lightning striking or... ARGH. *sighs, hugs you* Happy birthday to the little one, by the way! If anyone is curious, yes, I realized after the fact that the order of those last two paragraphs and their content combined with the song... err... yeah. *grins* Deal with it, I'm too lazy to change it. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
