New Year's Lay
Love comes for the horny
at new years in the city
When grabbing bottle gently
in hopes that one will pity
That marching to them gently
will offer you a bit
When guzzling what you have to
in not enough to spit
That you will find them gently
in what you have to say
When luck has found you greatly
and offered you a lay
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2020
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