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Does this make sense:
I am only going to eat what’s mine
And so I shall frame the foundation of the parable:
Once again civil duties have called
And I, as trusted, must pledge allegiance to the vows that I have taken as MAN
And once again, as sure as I am the giver of good intentions
The time has come to satisfy her soul
For when she calls, it must mean something’s going on
Because, for the most part, I am the horny one
And I’d be damned if I’d leave my defined duties to another someone
And she come running back to me frustrated
Because he could do nothing after the fact that she was already turned on
Blaming me because I keep her heated
Because I work the mind, now that the cherry’s gone
And every n’night I give my best to keep her turned on
So that each day she feels and knows that it is me she needs
And every n’night she knows it is only I
And I am the only one from day one
He who constantly rattles her mind
The giver of good intentions
The one with the key to turn her on
She knows damn well that she sleeps before me
Whether or not she chooses to tell the story
Not just tickling her fancy
But also curling her feet
And every time I see her
She makes me hungry
And I can feel the difference when she is holding on to me
And for those whom know, you understand me
