Doris, by SoloIQ
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She's always ready,
heels are low.
Keeps things hot,
Paints her toes.
Think she likes me,
told me so.
Said she'd break,
if I go.
Here to please,
won't say no.
Obeys my orders,
fast or slow.
Give her money,
when I'm through.
Yes she earned it,
thats not new.
Some they see her,
look with scorn.
Messed up hair,
stockings torn.
Most don't care,
just ignore us.
As I pay,
waitress Doris. |
Posted: 2009-02-10 04:27:25 UTC |
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