Glorified by time,
paying my dues with classic cliche lines.
Knee to knee, we exchange liquor induced smiles.
"I'm gonna make you work for it."
Who do you think I am?
A dog waiting for a treat?
I'm not sitting or rolling over for you tonight.
Laying on your love sofa
plotting several ways to slip off your dress.
Love is the last thing we're making on this couch.
Waiting to make my move,
paid programming becomes more interesting than your
slurred words and broken sentences.
I think I'll masterbate tonight.
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