Rear End Rash
I've started to freak out, I've run outta gas
Can't think of giggly stuff that will tickle your ass
Maybe an elderly lady
Naked near eighty
Shielded my eyes for fear of a rear-end rash
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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