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Disguised · 56-60, M
Go ahead and start to flirt.
But please excuse the mud and dirt.
But carry on flirt away.
I've been cleaning pig pens all today.
Flutter eyes and swagglly hips.
Are these cold sores on my lips?
Whisper nothings in my ear.
Bit louder for the wax my dear.
Please flirt away with all your might.
No doubt you are a beauty for my poor eye sight.
But please excuse the mud and dirt.
But carry on flirt away.
I've been cleaning pig pens all today.
Flutter eyes and swagglly hips.
Are these cold sores on my lips?
Whisper nothings in my ear.
Bit louder for the wax my dear.
Please flirt away with all your might.
No doubt you are a beauty for my poor eye sight.