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In My Head

Julie was going south on me
It was too tempting
For her can’t ya see?

It happened slowly
When I was lonely
Relaxin in my bed 			 

The curtains were drawn 
And the lights were dim
I pushed my marbles off to the side of the bed

A soft tune was playing
Harmoniously 
Mouth wide open she came to me		

CHORUS	
Cause it was in my head			
I imagined the Queen of the bed		
I was desperately 				
Seeking the bees knees			
And when I came to				
My hands were filled with goo		
I wiped the tears from my eyes			
And washed away the imaginary lies	

Kristy was the sweetest thing
She got up, to fix me some grub	
But when I rolled back over again
I could hear the sound of my tub	

She drew me in with that imaginary wink
I braced myself against the sink	
She went south too, head first with no hands
I was truly the happiest man	

Samantha and the others never lied to me
Hell, they didn’t speak that well
In my head I’ve come to find out
That there’s no kiss and tell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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