by GFLee
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by GFLee
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What they say about Wendy Well the same goes for Sue And the story of Francine Is equally true There’s many bottles in the fridge Jane and Bryant on TV And this is last you kind folks are going to see of me Call up William and don’t delay And tell him he can come to stay It makes perfect sense to me We just do what comes naturally There is a home for fallen angels Or at least I’ve heard it said There’s a place under the stairs you could call a bed For You, Me and Willy and all the junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels For You, Me and Willy and all the junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels All summer long we rolled the dice And the pricks of pain They were equally nice Might not happen again But it happened once The nights were warm and the days were lost Even when every room was spinning We read cheap romantic suburban sex fiction Call up William and don’t delay And tell him he can come to stay It makes perfect sense to me We just do what comes naturally There is a home for fallen angels Or at least I’ve heard it said There’s a place under the stairs you could call a bed For You, Me and Willy and all the junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels For You, Me and Willy and all the junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels Making love with the Angel of Doom Every night She’s in my room She makes perfect sense to me She don’t care what becomes of me There is a home for fallen angels Or at least I’ve heard it said There’s a place under the stairs you could call a bed For You, Me and Willy and all that junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels For You, Me and Willy and all that junk in our heads There is a home for fallen angels
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