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Grass Stains
in the fields over therethat is where our love consummatedthat is where my sexy moves were initiatedthe sun is splitting the treesas i tug and pull her dungareesand the bulging by my fly catches her eyethere's an egg upon my platein the morning i'm in a terrible statea cup of tea by my shaky right handgrass stains on the knees of my jeansmy dad has found me a joboh but i don't want to work when i'm this much in lovemonday morning i am yawning as my work life is dawningthirty-three weeks laterthere's a squirly little boy in an incubatorand my minimum wage pay will have to stretch a long waythere's an egg upon my plateand a look of disgust across his facea cup of tea by my shaky right handgrass stains on the knees of my jeansSongtextelet's go walk through autumn leavesi'll get down on bended kneesshe'll start to cry she cannot breathedry her tears on my woolly sleevela la la la la lala la la la la la
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