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Out on Holi-dean, by Annie Adderall

There’s a man, 
who I’m dearly delighted to call my friend. 
And he wears a myriad of things. 
A wardrobe of wonders waiting to be seen.

A southern belle, the ruler of hell —
He wears them proud like a sailor to set sail. 
And at night he always dreams. 
Of taking a certain someone out on holi-dean.

Just say yes. 
Oh Jeffery, 
say yes please.

Maybe ski the slopes 
Or cludde in the lodge when it gets cold. 
Maybe walk the beach. 
Strip off all our clothes inside the heat.

Cross country trip would do the trick. 
Tour the truckstop bathrooms looking for dic— 
Hip people and good times. 
Who knows how his hand ended up on your thigh.

Just go with it. 
Oh Jeffery, 
go with it please.

(via communitythings)