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Teksty: blink-182. Genie In A Bottle.

I?m a genie in a bottle baby

Come, come, come on and let me out

I?m a genie in a bottle baby

Come, come, come on and let me out



Thirteen miles down the road

There?s a young boy

He?s got jet-black hair and blue-green eyes

And he?s mine

And every now and then

He and I will sit together on the porch

And I take of his pants and I fuck him from behind

And I love him for his heart and soul

And I love his rectal scrotal tube

So if you see us passing by on some dreary rainy day

Take a look at the young boy and snake it

Asshole