Merry Mary,Boysenberry,

Love her sweet ’n’ sour.

Tugging at her underweary,

Cuz she needs it on the hour.

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Jingle jangle,

Hair in a tangle,

She lives to finger and spin it.

Missile commanding,

Not-so-quietly demanding

That I work my rocket in it.

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Sweet ’n’ sour

On the Hour,

Like some Chinese tasty chicken.

Little fortune cookie

Has my bookie

Taking 5 to 1 on her dickin’.

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Certainly, Mary,

Pink underweary,

Loves to get fucked on the hour.

But once she’s happy,

She’s down for her nappy;

When she wakes up…here comes the sour.

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If you ain’t ready

To work Miss Betty,

Don’t even bother trying to explain.

Sour lassie

Starts moving her chassis

Like a locomotive train. 

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She shakes her ass,

And throws her sass,

Soon hissing, scratching, and biting.

Throwing looks, then books,

Then her anal hooks,

Trying to be dangerously inviting. 

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But once in her chasm,

And she starts to spasm,

She’ll coo like a dove,

As long as she has ‘em.

Jingle jangle,

This tigger is a tangle.

All is forgiven, and all is forgasm.