Rope a Dope
Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true
How you get him is how you’ll loose him too
Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool
When the reed becomes dull what will you do
When the instruments become familiar ground
Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground
Are your high hopes and gropes like rope
Enough room to breathe enough room to choke
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