Overipe


I thought she was a brain
But now light as the grain
Lying on the lane
And getting washed by the rain
She wanted some gain
Now she got the pain
She feels it in her bone
Like she's been hit by a stone

He who goes for the munching
Gets a mouthful and some punching.
Had I known she wouldn't be mine
Would never said she looked so fine
Now that I told her she looked so good
She broke loose and got hooked
Tom, Dick and Harry
Even Timothy
Had some fun.

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