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Oh man, I've been wanting to throw this out there for a few days, I'm surprised no one else has. If they did and I missed it, I humbly apologize."15"Twenty-five the season off dopeThree sheets to the wind like a clothes line ropeHe's a spider on the webShe's a tiny woman, he could senseHer developing body was just the beginningShe said is anybody out thereShe was bruised like a cherryRipe as a peachHow could he have knownThat she was only fifteenAnd she came to him like a tick on the nooseLittle blue eyed soul for his black and bluesT's a new move for the likes of meOur skin is like grassLet's smoke it real fastIs anybody out there?He was deep like a grave yard wide like TVAnd how could he have knownThat she'd be down for almost anythingBut she was only, only, only fifteenMy oh my you pretty thingIt's about that timeFor us to leaveDoes your daddy have a shot gun?He was deep like a graveyardShe was ripe like a peachAnd how could he have known?That she was only fifteenShe was only, only, only fifteenShe was only, only, only fifteen







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