Maybe one breath away I'll find the words to say I'll sit and light the bong I'll hold my hit in real long
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonite Oh mary baby, please don't fuss and fight
You've heard the line before Mary, baby, please don't think I'm a whore If you come home with me Turn off the lights lock up the door and start gettin' busy
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonite Mary, baby, I could do it right
When we got to her pad Mary, baby, started callin' me her dad As she gave me head We could not find the damn bed
Fifteen years old plus one Hotter than a microwave oven
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