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When We French Under the Sun

6 minutes ago ago from Marc's Poetry Blog

by Marc Gunn, April 11, 1997 One of my more silly songs. This one was born out of the idea of a man rejected through each of the body's senses. When we French under the sun, You can bite off my tongue (x2) If you think I'll forget the taste of you. But when you bite off my tongue (x3) The memory of your sweet juice I'll recall anew. I say you smell just like a rose. So you plug up my nose (x2) You fill both my nostrils with ...

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