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      on a bathroom wall besides your name.
     
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      For a good time call............
     
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      I saw your name and number  
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      I saw your name and number  
      
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      a classic:
 
  here i sit, broken hearted tried to s*** but only farted  | 
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      Jesus love you....no kidding.
     
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      if i'm not in here i'm over by the water cooler 
    
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      Tami was here but now she is gone
 
  left her name to carry on those who knew her, knew her well those that didn't can go to he--.. (i was young)  | 
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         I saw your name and number  
      
                        
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      here i sit all
 
  tired and dirty hoping this sh!t will last till 3:30   
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      Tampons are NOT contraceptives!
     
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      Life's a b!tch
 
  and so am I I just took a sh!t that made me cry  | 
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     on a bathroom wall besides your name.   "Peccy gives good ........"  
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      Her i sit
 
  all brokenhearted came to **** \ but only farted  | 
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     on a bathroom wall besides your name.   "Peccy gives good ........"  
    
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      well copper top lol i have seen one of my friends names on a girls bathroom stall saying how he eats good coochie lol   
    
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     on a bathroom wall besides your name. Number 1 answer....lol in public stalls. Here I set all broken hearted tried to sh!t but only farted. Number 1 at home. Bought and placed by Grandma,lol. If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.......  | 
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      I just can't imagine writing things on a bathroom wall
     
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      Yea...but ya'll forgot the rest of it:
 
  Here I sit, all broken hearted... tried to sh!t but only farted... How much longer must I linger, till I wipe it with my finger...  | 
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      They paint these walls to hide my pen, but the sh*thouse poet strikes again.
     
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 I saw your name and number
 
 
    
  
 
 
    