Trolls
Was hoping she'd touch my very soul
But, my blind date trudged just like a troll
She flipped me on my back
And gripped me by the sack
"Cough!...Let's keep "this" on the barber pole!"
Then she rode me hard, like Man o' War
Spurs were flyin', cryin' sparks galore
Thank God for Doctor Bliss
A penicillin kiss
Her love keeps you comin' back for more
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