There is the wrong time When she comes through the door A drudge of a worker Carrying her day Needin
There is the wrong time When she comes through the door A drudge of a worker Carrying her day Needing a drink Needing an hour So bring her a drink Give her an hour Listen For then may be the right time When she has shed her day To kiss her lovingly To pull her up and to grip her firm And to push her against the wall Pin her Peel off her workclothes Dismiss the drudgery Awaken the woman And fuck her into the weekend -- source link
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