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One Shot

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...