Oh Carol

Oh Carol


Its time, gotta release, gotta show,
gotta rip off my shirt and go,
gonna live like a caveman,
and roar like a lion,
Im from another land, the land
of zion,
I gotta unleash, I gotta release,
tie up loose ends,
brains overloaded
feels like the bends,
roarrrrrrr,,,, rip of the shirt,,,,
rooarrrrr,,,,,rip of the tie,,,,,
roarrrrr,,,,,,release, reload, say bye,

Oh Carol,,,,,you're very observant, you
decipered my rant, something maybe
you can do that I cant, when I rip
off my shirt, the problem is this
the buttons go flying, did you miss
this?,,,so before I go,,,,will you
gather em up and the buttons
resow?

Thanks
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Posted: Apr 2010

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Comments (2)

caroljoyce
He keeps a woman down there and crates of Guinness.
caroljoyce
Please don't. I have had recurring nightmares like this,trying to call the police but the phone won't work, trying to shout but nothing happens. I know it is my fault really but I just do not have his stamina.
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