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Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade
Take a little naps where the roots all twist Squished a rotten peach in my fist And dreamed about you, woman, I poked my finger down inside Make a little room for it to hide Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie |
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believe it or not potusa actually got back together 2 years ago, put out a new cd and toured. no one really cared or noticed except for their seattle fans. they're kings down there.
http://www.film-headquarters.com.au/...%20Postman.mov ^link to their new video filmed almost entirely with cellphones. |
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I was really drunk one night (funny how most of my posts start off that way) and I found that if you replace the word "peaches" with "pussy", the song is way more entertaining. Try reading through any of the lyrics with "pussy" in there and it kinda makes sense, with a few exceptions like "Pussy comes from a can...."
But how bout "If I had my little way, I'd eat pussy everyday" "I poked my finger down inside Make a little room for it to hide Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie" |