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Kissing is a habit,
Hugging is a shame,
Boys get all the pleasure,
Girls get all the blame,
They tell you that they love you,
They tell you that it's true,
But when your stomach starts to rise,
They say the he'll with you,
60 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of a pain,
With a baby ; That's got no name,
The mama called a whore,
The baby called a bastard,
The baby wouldn't be here,
If the rubber hasn't tore.
Copyright © Stephanie Nelson | Year Posted 2017
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