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Louie, Louie,
grab her way down low.
Louie, Louie,
grab her way down low.
A fine little *****, she waits for me;
she gets her kicks on top of me.
Each night I take her out all alone;
she ain't the kind I lay at home
Each night at ten, I lay her again;
I **** my girl all kinds of ways.
And on that chair, I lay her there;
I felt my boner in her hair.
If she's got a rag on, I'll move above;
It won't be long, she'll slip it off.
I'll take her in my arms again;
tell her I'd rather lay her again.
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Saved by the buoyancy of citrus.
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