chip'd tooph'd enigma'd

.

      she wore her Maverick 
          jean jacket i won 
            in uh knuckle
            contest to the
             b&b this past
                dark'd up

           'tiz thuh wee bit
               large 'bout
                hern lass

                     her 
              neodymium
                  latch'd
               mine rust
            who'duh thunk

                 Whut up
                she coy'd
            mine maverick

        might az well giv'er
                 the keys

                well okay

                    but 
                   mine 
                Maverick
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