Thursday, July 16, 2009

Black Sexpender Pants by Suzanne Padgett

Black Sexpender Pants by Suzanne Padgett

The Pied Piper of Sexy
Is walking down the street
Three bodyguards protect him
Wild fans he can't meet

Those black suspender pants
He has me in a trance
He has me weak in the knees
He makes me wanna dance

When I see a black hoodie
I want it to be him
He must want to hide though
Till the sky begins to dim

A Michaelangelo statue
His face without a flaw
I watched from a distance
In disbelief at what I saw

Those Black suspender pants
Suspenders hanging at his hips
He mouthed "Hello" to me
With those perfect sexy lips

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