Monday, January 24, 2011

#24 Is Shrouded in Hot Cheese

What I say is

What I want is

Some red hot

Smokin’ cheese

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So when you see me

And when you feel me

You’re stomach will cramp

And you’ll get weak in the knees

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But then you’ll

Know it

And you’ll throw it

You’ll throw it all away

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You can’t handle my hot cheese farts

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They’re amazing

They’re disturbing

They rock your senses

To your toes

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But your nose

It knows

It knows the scent of love

And it’s my hot cheese farts

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You’ll have dreams about them

Sometimes nightmares

But they’re there

In the front of your mind

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Eating at you

Batting at you

Like a kitten in the sand

You just can’t understand

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What’s attracts you to my hot cheese farts

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So don’t resist it

You cannot stop it

Let your heart be your guide

Until you stand happily by my side

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United, in the cloud of my hot cheese farts.

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