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Nothing but mammals


Some say lust can kill

But I say "Enjoy the thrill"

It is passion at your heart

To seek all, who give reason to hold a fart

and that give our primal urge a kick-start.

 

Because on that deserted island

Far off the coast of forgotton's horizon

You won't care what forbidden fruit has seen wear

Because you will be to busy over there

peeling off that underwear.

 

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