In my dreams I see the girl
With whom I share my bed
She touches me in such a way
It tingles in my head
It tingles in my private parts
It tingles in my hands
It tingles where I didn't know
I'd got such tingly glands
I wake up in the morning
My sheets are damp and sticky
I think I need a toilet roll
To wipe my little dicky.
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