Puff Me Up, Kid
She’s the kippiest kid,
Hair of gold, baby eyes
And a wonderful figure.
Oh boy, how she can love.
Many times a day
I caress her cheek,
Her mouth her nose.
She jealously guards me.
I live where wise men
Fear to peep.
I’m some guy, I am,
Yea brother,
I’m some powder puff.
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