it takes one l'il digit

.
                             "stop
                              wait"
                             in her 
              peplum spaghetti crop top
                                y 
                        daisy dukes
                                y
                           flip flops
                                y
         auburn tressez dancing with thuh
                             wind

                       with one digit
                 hern enraptured mine
                 with hern purty mitt's
                             digit

                     i know'd it when 
                     i see'd she
                     i 
             were gonna
                    sin
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