Playing With Myself

People are wierd at times
Saying the darndest things
Like "Go play with yourself"
Oh, the thoughts it brings

Slapjack, solitaire, pickup sticks
Is no fun at all
Think I'll crawl into bed 
And just have a ball

I'm a pretty literal kinda girl
Be careful what you say
I may do exactly as you tell me
You'll be blushing every day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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