poemranker ::loud clubbin by ay deee

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loud clubbin

Member since 2005 · Posted 16 Sep 2005 · 2 comments

its friday now and when i go out i wanna hit the dance floor i wanna be the last out the door cut a rug so thick i can't see my pants no more i can't show enough fine appreciation for a quick high hat skat i won't even begin to believe the bassline i won't even leave the hardwood til the lights are on and the tender's shoutin but i don't move as much if the songs aren't good i don't care for gender roles, fights, or mate scoutin shut the windows if this is where the cops are at i wanna pump my fist and play my hit list its friday and now i'm gonna do just that

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[7] tianyi 16-Sep-05/10:33 AM Reply
The relationship between thick cut rug and invisible trousers is intriguing. Do you wear the rug like a large conical skirt?

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[n/a] ay deee › tianyi 18-Sep-05/10:07 PM Reply
cutting a rug so thick:
like dancing i'm dancing up such a storm
that my legs disappear into the rug
so i can't see my pants

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