Holding Hands with the Dream Weaver
By Amy Casseaux
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
She thinks my spex are sexy
by All4Eyes
(Marie’s song to the tune of Kenny Chesney’s She thinks my tractor’s sexy)
Sliding down my nose in the hot summer sun
my thick, heavy spex, lordy here she comes
staring at my plastic frames and the lenses I need to see
I tilt my head a bit and the white rings gleam
push 'em up my nose and the girl just beams
Just look at her face, she ain’t a-foolin’ me
my thick, heavy spex, lordy here she comes
staring at my plastic frames and the lenses I need to see
I tilt my head a bit and the white rings gleam
push 'em up my nose and the girl just beams
Just look at her face, she ain’t a-foolin’ me
She thinks my spex are sexy, they really turn her on
She’s always staring at me while I’ve got my glasses on
She likes the way they shine just like a coin fresh from the mint
She’s even kinda crazy ’bout my bare-eyed squint
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
she thinks my spex are sexy
She’s always staring at me while I’ve got my glasses on
She likes the way they shine just like a coin fresh from the mint
She’s even kinda crazy ’bout my bare-eyed squint
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
she thinks my spex are sexy
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