Melissa, how are you, I think of you often, just grabbing you, making you mine,
Alas the dream passed us by,
Next time I'm around, I'll claim you like I did three dreams ago,
When we were all little boys, little girls, your redhead sister, and the youngest girl, she wanted no part in it, but alas, I had to have her once,
She told me to sit down, I think of that as well, like she remembers, if I did it again, I think she would dismember—
The redhead bit me a little too hard,
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She was just a girl,
Why would you force her in the bathroom,
It was a different world,
The frequency was lowered,
And the people had more freedom,
Gifts were being handed out, left and right,
Everyone was banging, at least that’s how I remember it,
We were still learning then,
Went on a few roundabouts,
Grew up, but I often think of that time,
I like to call it,
One Shot,
Yeah, she was hot,
Like fire,
God damn, what I would do to her,
She walks like she remembers it,
Me playing with the girls,
God damn, she knows she could get it,
Am I salivating?
Too eager,
Gallavanting,
In a dream,
It really did make sense back then,
Even when I had my girlfriend,
I still cheated,
Back again,
Just a creep,
And his poetry,
God, what reality echoed out to me...