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Pure As Sour Cream

PURE AS SOUR CREAM

PURE AS SOUR CREAM
MY LIFE IS JUST A DREAM
SO MANY THINGS
MY EYE’S FILL AND BEAM

TASTING THE DAISY
SAYING LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT
I JUST WANT TO TIE THE KNOT
BUT HE’S TO LAZY
MAKING MORE THAN DIP FINE
I WANT HIS LIPS TO SIP MINE
WHY HE TRIES TO SPLIT
I FEEL THE END OF THE PIT
AS HE TOUCHES MY TIT

PURE AS SOUR CREAM
MY LIFE IS JUST A DREAM
SO I SET IN A BOWL
FEEL COLD AND LOW
STILL HE TAKES A BITE
YET NOT OF ME
JUST SOUR CREAM DIP SO LITE
AS I PULL ON HIS DAISY
SAYING  LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT

BY: SHAWN JONES
12-22-08
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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