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*Starts stripping off all my clothes*,

"Love, the kind you clean up with a mop an bucket, with the lost catacombs of egypt, only god knows where we stop, hieroglyphics, let me be specific, I wanna go down in your south seas, but I got this notion that the motion of your ocean meets small craft advisery, so if I capsize and devise high tide, give me five, you sunk my battleship, please turn me on, I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip, so show me yours, I'll show you mine, tool time, you'll love it just like La Land, and then we''l both do it doggy-style, so we can both watch X-files...."

*Dances uncomfortably close to you, wearing only my underwear*,

"Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought, me and you do the kind of stuff, that only Prince would sing about, so put your hands down my pants, and I bet you'll feel nuts, yes I''m Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and you're getting two thumbs up, you've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds, I want you smothered, want you covered, like my Waffle House hashbrowns, comin' quicker than Fed Ex, never reach an apex, just like coca-cola stock, you are inclined to make me rise an hour early, just like daylight savings time, do it now..."