90 Miles From Tyranny : I Mean... Is There Nothing Left We Can Hold On To?

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Sunday, January 3, 2021

I Mean... Is There Nothing Left We Can Hold On To?


Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chick's no sinch
When I wanna get her goin'
Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my Big Ten Inch
Record of her favorite blues

Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
now whip out your big ten-inch

1 comment:

Chris. said...

Just so you know; That's where they eat them...