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Try as she might -- and she’ll certainly try |
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Her blender blades were jammed from the fruit of this guy |
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He clung tenaciously to her sharp metal bits |
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Despite the quantity of ice the queen threw in the mix |
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He’s the last thing she needs, which makes him the first |
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Against all vision and reason only he slaked her thirst |
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Here’s to the Queen of the Whirled -- Kingdom of a mind sweet & fine |
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Benevolent grace never shows here and the dance of life can’t keep time |
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Hot, humid and sexy, her furtive disguise |
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Yet behind innuendo her fragile soul hides |
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He flexes and beckons, outmaneuvers impasses |
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His tongue quite a veteran at outwitting the masses |
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She’s precarious sport, an irresistible test |
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Level 10 of a game he’s determined to best |
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Here’s to the Queen of the Whirled -- Kingdom of a mind sweet & fine |
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Benevolent grace never shows here and the dance of life can’t keep time |
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He claims sincere desire in winning over her heart |
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While she’s severing all lines to keep them apart |
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She tells him he’s too good and it isn’t a lie |
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Fear drives her to aloof and alone over giving love a try |
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Stillness punctuates the lesson of each man |
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Each relationship a payment on a life’s layaway plan. |
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Here’s to the Queen of the Whirled -- Kingdom of a mind sweet & fine |
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Benevolent grace never shows here and the dance of life can’t keep time |
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