.Oh, Mrs. Thompson
Won't you open your legs again
I miss the times when we would bump and fight
And then make love
And sweet sweet Delilah
How sweet you do sit
Upon my back
Oh, and my lover>
How lightly you tred
Upon my bed
And now I'm just a crim.
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