They visited her when the wife was not around,
they found her house antiseptic clean,
tracked her down where ever she was to be found,
while she was full of passion like a nymphomaniac Herculean
all kinds of men knew her lips,
they found her house antiseptic clean,
knew the shape of her legs and hips
but some was treated better still,
all kinds of men knew her lips,
and they visited one night or more to get a thrill
before they went home to the sweet wife,
but some was treated better still,
before they went to a loving family and a clear-cut life
they experienced her really intimately
before they went home to the sweet wife
and everyone that were visiting her left separately.
They visited her when the wife was not around,
they experienced her really intimately
tracked her down where ever she was to be found.
[Reference: They went home by Maya Angelou.]
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