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What's up with you
What you doing out here this late in the rain
I see you got a couple bags with you did you just get off a train
Nervous thoughts going through my mind it got me going all insane
Your pretty fine but only thing your shoulder posture got me feeling deeper disdain
Your choice in footwear make me wanna vomit on myself but I refrain
You could be a model if you wanted but you know you'll never make it these days
Gaslamp light flicker got some lantern oil that'll keep you up for days
Got a studio to go to (?) that made her eyebrow raise
Your very pretty let me lead the way and lead the lamb to wanna take me on a date
I wanna put your make-up on ya turn the cameras on and watch you slither like a snake
I see you on the cover of a smutty publication with the faces you can make
Or maybe in the center of the rubber publication posing on the latex page
I wanna call you something cute to see if you respond to the same pet name
I don't wanna play a gay sex game I would rather play head games
Rap money just paid for the new XL dog cage
No dog, just a water bowl you gotta understand that it's a flow state
Left no mark, no trace
No print, No face
I feel like Fat Cage in a (?) out hormone rage
What happened to Jane Mansfield on her last day, well okay
Sometimes a way out finds us first that's why we gotta find out own way
Lock and load, discharge treat it all like a throwaway
To you I bestow a special gift for which many men will wanna pay
You can stay as long as you want it doesn't look like you have anywhere to go today
Something got my knees weak must be heavy pheromone odor stain

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