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Oct
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Open Question: Will i see her again hot for teacher ? |
Rain falls, gray clouds roll over water droplets trickling down my window pane will I see her again ?here we go again ?clock is sleeping in rosy dreamsdogs have run off with the trainsdown China groverun awaycan you hear her sighpretty smile pirate eyessweet fragrant perfumehyacinth floats through the airas a flame haired queenstrolls on bya feast for eyeson some sweet lullabywearing fishnet stockingsand stilettos on songI see her looking through the heat whispered treesI’ve got it bad,Got it bad,Got it bad,I’m hot for teacher!I”ve got a pencil in my handwalking around this dreamsomething’s ain’t cooking in my kitchenI need to go to ChinaI need something to relieve me of this contrabandbeside a railway trackI’ve got it bad,Got it bad,Got it bad,I’m hot for teacher!
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