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the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night
   
one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined
   
they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite
   
the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss
   
they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 19 Jul 2008 7:15 AM | Viewed: 12347 times

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