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Blue balls and Cadillacs Summer nights in the backseat The leather from your interior sticks to my thighs, Like little fingers playing with putty Your fingers play on my body like putty Sweet kisses play into dry humping Wet f***ing Your fingers slip deeper and deeper Playing with my insides like Operation So deep, I think you touched my heart Now I love you But only for the moment Only while we play in your backseat With my legs up and your face down Steamy windows and sweaty bodies Like a sauna, we losing weight Dropping pounds I like the sound, of us both panting Time flies when your playing Playing, like when we played in the playground But hold up! What time is it? I have to go! My mom is calling me Too bad, I wish time could stop so I could stay a little longer But there I go, running off into the summer night Leaving you, with your blue balls and your Cadillac
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