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Rich Girl (ketchup Love)
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Ithaka
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I spent the day up in Ericeira To try to remove my city hysteria My car broke down in Estoril I needed gasoline but didn't have any bills So I...I took a walk along the road But no princess here to kiss the toad I walked up to a great big house I snuck in the back door quiet as a mouse And started looking through the drawers for some money But all I found was the foot of a bunny. It didn't bring me no good luck I couldn't find a single solitary buck Then a car pulled up in the driveway But there was no place for me to hideaway A beautiful brown girl came through the front door Just the sight of her made my sweat start to pour What are you doing here ? She asked a matter-of-fact I said, I needed a couple of bucks for the drive back She said, I could call the police but...No I would rather talk with you before you go She said, It's lonely all alone in this great big place It's sometimes weeks before I see a single face She said that her name was Angelia Hello Angelia, so very nice to meet ya Would you like a beer? She asked me Or would you prefer hallucinogenic tea ? Well.......no tea for me sweet girl Cuz I think I'm already in another world Do you like to dance? she asked. No, not very much...I think I'll pass She said, But this is dancing of a different kind Let me demonstrate, let me change your mind Then she put on an old soul jam....... And tried to shake her butt as best as she can But I was less than impressed by her shaking She looked like a little rich girl faking But then she took her clothes off one by one It was the right place and time to have a little bit of fun After she was naked she got some ketchup from the kitchen She put it all over her body then asked me. Guess what's missing? I don't know, What? She said, Just your bean pod Got out of my clothes faster than a hotrod Then I took a second to put on a glove Then we got crazy we made ketchup love SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE Afterward, I licked her body clean She said I had the sharpest tongue that she had ever seen Later we decided to go to the store We bought so many things, they barely fit through the door We bought more ketchup and syrup, barbeque sauce and cherries Whipped cream, honey, butter and strawberries Then she turned on that same old song And soon she was dancing with a rhythm that was wrong Shit, I thought, that girl can't dance at all But then she took off her clothes and walked down the hall She jumped on the bed and spread her wings of a dove And once again I took a second to put on a glove Then I dove in like she was swimming pool I stabbed her deep with my loaded tool SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE Well after the whomping she still wanted more She went into the kitchen to get the things from the store Then went into the bathroom and threw them in the tub They called to me, Korvorao...you wanna do something dumb? Sure I said, and put on that same old song And soon she was shaking with a rhythm that was wrong My willy went limp fro-m the sight of her wiggle I closed my eyes and all I heard was her giggle Then I dove in to her big bathtub And started doing things that was dumb Whomping in a tub full of ketchup, syrup, barbeque sauce and cherries Whipped cream, honey, butter and strawberries She was slimy, she was greasy she was slippery when wet She was the kinkiest girl that I had ever met SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE It's a long story but I will make it fast I never left her house from that day past We had so much fun with each other We decided to forever stick together But first things first, and I took my stance I sent her to a school to teach her to dance No more offbeat shaking. No more rich girl faking. After a few months she learn to groove She learned to really make her bucket move. I like to watch her dance with ketchup on her body She shakes her ass twice and then she's got me She asked me so sweetly for my bean pod I get out of my clothes faster than I hot-*rod But first I take a second to put on a glove But then we get crazy we make ketchup love SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE f*ckS LIKE A WHORE SHE USED TO DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL, BUT SHE DOESN'T ANYMORE (fortunately for me....she still f*cks like a whore)
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