I was going to tie you in a burlap sack
And drive you out of town
Tie you to a gum tree
And pull your trousers down
Feed you ten Viagra
And have my wicked way
Steal your wallet and your shoes
And then I’d drive away
You were going to drug me up
And take me back to yours
Take pictures on your mobile phone
And get into my draws
Leave me in the gutter
And pretend we’d never met
Take the pictures off your phone
And post them on the net
But there's Rohypnol in both of our beers!
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