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Sting Me With Your Dipstick

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My guy is the man at the local garage. He fixes cars for a living. When it comes to making me feel good, No other guy is so giving. As for me,I raise and breed some bees At my place on the edge of town. Between the honey I get and the honey I've got, It's the sweetest life around. My buzzer is buzzing. It's 8 o clock at night. I know he is there at the door. I open it up and then I softly say, Give me what I've waited for. Sting me with your Dipstick tonight. Sting me,Sting me with your Dipstick. Your classy chassis really turns me on. Your sleek lines make my motor race. I'm so excited that I can hardly wait, To put you in my wrap around embrace. When our passions begin to merge as one, We will fly through the clouds high above. Blissful ecstacy will be our reward. As we drown in the nectar of love. Get over here! You big bad drone! Come sit upon your Queen Bee's Throne. When you pollinate with your V-8, You put my hive into overdrive! Overdriiiive!! So,sting me with your Dipstick tonight. Sting me,sting me with your Dipstick. With your Dipstick, Tonight,Tonight.All Night,All Night!

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Date: 1/3/2021 9:25:00 PM
Oh, wow! A tribute to cars, bees, and the terms of the 50's - chassis for example!
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