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Mission for a missionary
Missionary quite contrary
How does your garden grow
A sixty niner is always finer
Come on lets go, dont be slow
Diggy doggy, you bend over
And i'll do you real slow
No i mean really slow
We both stand up, you pretend
Your looking over my shoulder
For a four leaf clover
We both pretend, because we dont know
We sit and face each other
Well' sit till the cows come home
I'll lie on my back
You pretend where at the track
You saddle me like a colt
I, ll just lie real still
Try not to bolt
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
allan james saywell
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