| My wild little dandelion rose
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| She looks amazing without any clothes
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| I see her and my cock it just grows
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| My wild little dandelion rose
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| Each day when I wake up in the morning
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| I wonder what will happen to me
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| And then I catch a glimpse of my flower
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| And get filled with undeniable glee
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| I put my head down under the covers
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| And with my mouth begin to hydrate her bloom
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| She tries to get her nourishment faster
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| And I say baby I’ll be comin' again soon
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| Wild little dandelion rose
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| She looks amazing without any clothes
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| I see her and my cock it just grows
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| My wild little dandelion rose
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| And in the middle of the day I can see her
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| When I’m workin' and I just close my eyes
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| I can almost get a whiff of that bright dandelion planted gently in the ends of
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| her thighs
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| Yeah
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| And in the evening when our lives reassemble themselves
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| And beddy bye time’s closing in
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| I start to imagine my wild mountain rose lying next to me in nothing but skin
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| To me she’s a whole fields of roses
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| She spins my head so I can’t hardly think
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| Just want to keep that meadow always in blossom
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| And my garden tool embedded in pink
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| Wild little dandelion rose
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| Amazing without any clothes
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| I see her and my cock it just grows
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| My wild little dandelion rose
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| My Wild little dandelion rose
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| She looks stupendous without any clothes
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| I see her and my cock it just grows and it grows
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| My wild little dandelion rose
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| My wild little dandelion rose
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| My wild little dandelion, little little dandelion, little dandelion rose |