One Thousand One Nights
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โฑ๏ธ 2:21 duration
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Met her through a personal ad
Back of the Times-Picayune
This is '81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied
She played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Still waters, simple jewels
Conversation wanders, I took my cues
Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
Stormed the castle
Swam the moat
A moment's hesitation
Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
I left to make a sale
She stayed in bed
Soon as I returned crooked a finger
Spread those legs
I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
She can't suck dick worth shit
The scale is digital
Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
But I ain't have the heart
A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
Post-coital, cherry glows
She asks me what I'm thinking
I'm wondering what she knows
Draw is no joke, start to doze
But she gots to have it
40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
Played myself, Mars Blackmon
You asked me what this function was
Uh-huh, okay, well
Sackcloth and ashes
Victory has a thousand fathers
Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
With the roof gone
David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
She had me working all night, union job
I got time and a half
Praise be to Allah
Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
Like Scheherazade
Back of the Times-Picayune
This is '81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied
She played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Still waters, simple jewels
Conversation wanders, I took my cues
Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
Stormed the castle
Swam the moat
A moment's hesitation
Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
I left to make a sale
She stayed in bed
Soon as I returned crooked a finger
Spread those legs
I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
She can't suck dick worth shit
The scale is digital
Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
But I ain't have the heart
A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
Post-coital, cherry glows
She asks me what I'm thinking
I'm wondering what she knows
Draw is no joke, start to doze
But she gots to have it
40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
Played myself, Mars Blackmon
You asked me what this function was
Uh-huh, okay, well
Sackcloth and ashes
Victory has a thousand fathers
Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
With the roof gone
David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
She had me working all night, union job
I got time and a half
Praise be to Allah
Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
Like Scheherazade
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.61] Met her through a personal ad
[00:15.58] Back of the Times-Picayune
[00:17.62] This is '81/'82
[00:20.03] I was nervous tongue tied
[00:21.74] She played it cool
[00:23.14] Eyes the size of Olympic pools
[00:25.51] Still waters, simple jewels
[00:28.05] Conversation wanders, I took my cues
[00:30.98] Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
[00:33.94] Stormed the castle
[00:34.96] Swam the moat
[00:36.16] A moment's hesitation
[00:38.20] Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
[00:41.03] Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
[00:44.26] They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
[00:48.08] I left to make a sale
[00:49.76] She stayed in bed
[00:51.26] Soon as I returned crooked a finger
[00:53.71] Spread those legs
[00:55.37] I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
[00:58.44] She can't suck dick worth shit
[01:00.50] The scale is digital
[01:02.17] Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
[01:05.95] But I ain't have the heart
[01:07.63] A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
[01:11.51] Post-coital, cherry glows
[01:13.96] She asks me what I'm thinking
[01:15.51] I'm wondering what she knows
[01:17.57] Draw is no joke, start to doze
[01:20.41] But she gots to have it
[01:22.06] 40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
[01:24.89] Played myself, Mars Blackmon
[01:27.79] You asked me what this function was
[01:32.48] Uh-huh, okay, well
[01:36.01] Sackcloth and ashes
[01:37.83] Victory has a thousand fathers
[01:39.81] Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
[01:43.11] Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
[01:45.59] With the roof gone
[01:46.90] David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
[01:50.16] She had me working all night, union job
[01:53.36] I got time and a half
[01:55.06] Praise be to Allah
[01:56.85] Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
[01:59.58] Like Scheherazade
[02:01.63]
[00:15.58] Back of the Times-Picayune
[00:17.62] This is '81/'82
[00:20.03] I was nervous tongue tied
[00:21.74] She played it cool
[00:23.14] Eyes the size of Olympic pools
[00:25.51] Still waters, simple jewels
[00:28.05] Conversation wanders, I took my cues
[00:30.98] Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
[00:33.94] Stormed the castle
[00:34.96] Swam the moat
[00:36.16] A moment's hesitation
[00:38.20] Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
[00:41.03] Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
[00:44.26] They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
[00:48.08] I left to make a sale
[00:49.76] She stayed in bed
[00:51.26] Soon as I returned crooked a finger
[00:53.71] Spread those legs
[00:55.37] I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
[00:58.44] She can't suck dick worth shit
[01:00.50] The scale is digital
[01:02.17] Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
[01:05.95] But I ain't have the heart
[01:07.63] A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
[01:11.51] Post-coital, cherry glows
[01:13.96] She asks me what I'm thinking
[01:15.51] I'm wondering what she knows
[01:17.57] Draw is no joke, start to doze
[01:20.41] But she gots to have it
[01:22.06] 40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
[01:24.89] Played myself, Mars Blackmon
[01:27.79] You asked me what this function was
[01:32.48] Uh-huh, okay, well
[01:36.01] Sackcloth and ashes
[01:37.83] Victory has a thousand fathers
[01:39.81] Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
[01:43.11] Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
[01:45.59] With the roof gone
[01:46.90] David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
[01:50.16] She had me working all night, union job
[01:53.36] I got time and a half
[01:55.06] Praise be to Allah
[01:56.85] Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
[01:59.58] Like Scheherazade
[02:01.63]