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Thursday, 17 October 2013

SHUSH



Hush now don’t tell
Daddy’s little girl dolled up in red
I am he alone who cares
Hush now don’t tell
Daddy’s little girl dolled up in red
He is he alone who cares

Shush now don’t share
Daddy’s little girl like no other
No other kitty compares either
You are you alone who is special

Shush now don’t argue
What I tell must you do
No competition for daddy’s affection can we allow
Else your oranges may turn omelets
Lest daddy’s little girl becomes the old girl
Mum is the word
Daddy’s little girl knows no other to be

He prowls and preys
He chases no skirts
He’s gay enough to be gay
He’s cute and smells like money
He’s kind and dishes it out like pebbles
He’s needy and enabled
It’s the government’s fault that he craves
He’s got enough to give
He’s got a lot he needs
Gay for a fee
Mum is the word
Tell no one
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