you got a tall tale to tell
something to yank your chair
lying there like a rug
pulling your leg
giving me this snow job
about a cock and bull story
forked tongue you've got
up my ass you blow your smoke
and to convince me
that it is raining
you pee on my leg
so hard to swallow
as you pull that wool over
your eyes
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