Next time I come over,
you'll let me kiss you all over.
And I'll let you cut my hair.
Next time I come over,
you can play Beethoven,
and I'll wash my balls gently
in the bidet.
Next time I come over
it will be flowers and nectar,
and you will eat your food more slowly.
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