Let me dine on immoral flesh
So
readily on display
Let
me sup on the promiscuous
Who
will let me have my way
Let
me exorcise my desires
On
the willing assets of the age
Let
me use them and abuse them
While
they brazenly assuage
Let
me choose from the buffet
One
who will eagerly delight
It
takes very little effort
If
you do the thing right
Just
start at Weatherspoon’s
On
almost any given night
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