One Thousand One Nights
Met her through a personal ad
Back of the Times-Picayune
This is '81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied
She played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Still waters, simple jewels
Conversation wanders, I took my cues
Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
Stormed the castle
Swam the moat
A moment's hesitation
Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
I left to make a sale
She stayed in bed
Soon as I returned crooked a finger
Spread those legs
I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
She can't suck dick worth shit
The scale is digital
Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
But I ain't have the heart
A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
Post-coital, cherry glows
She asks me what I'm thinking
I'm wondering what she knows
Draw is no joke, start to doze
But she gots to have it
40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
Played myself, Mars Blackmon
You asked me what this function was
Uh-huh, okay, well
Sackcloth and ashes
Victory has a thousand fathers
Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
With the roof gone
David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
She had me working all night, union job
I got time and a half
Praise be to Allah
Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
Like Scheherazade
Back of the Times-Picayune
This is '81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied
She played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Still waters, simple jewels
Conversation wanders, I took my cues
Sipped wine with imagined sophistication
Stormed the castle
Swam the moat
A moment's hesitation
Then took the pussy like a slave revolt
Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction
They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself
I left to make a sale
She stayed in bed
Soon as I returned crooked a finger
Spread those legs
I gave her head, no need for reciprocal
She can't suck dick worth shit
The scale is digital
Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical
But I ain't have the heart
A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts
Post-coital, cherry glows
She asks me what I'm thinking
I'm wondering what she knows
Draw is no joke, start to doze
But she gots to have it
40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice
Played myself, Mars Blackmon
You asked me what this function was
Uh-huh, okay, well
Sackcloth and ashes
Victory has a thousand fathers
Defeat is a bastard, in the group home
Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe
With the roof gone
David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights
She had me working all night, union job
I got time and a half
Praise be to Allah
Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up
Like Scheherazade
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Writer(s): James Simon, F Porter
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