Doing the Zodiac Sign
She said I love to do the 69
So there we were in my zodiac sign
She on top
Me ready to pop
As we rolled down the hill into a prickly vine.
Nine months later it’s not mine
It must be the prickly vine
You were prick here and there
I remember your orgasmic stare
The little bugger has a woody pecker down there
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