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I knew a lady whose name was Mandy
A little bit frisky and smelt like candy
Well, a kiss turned to a cuddle and a cuddle
to a fondle and everything was just dandy
As the barometer rose, I traveled down south
I did, but screamed out loud I did
for she was no Mandy - but now a very big Andy!
Built like a big malley bull was Mandy
Well, I fired back north at the sheer fright
to bellow at Mandy, but she was so randy
she said: “Let’s play horses and cowgirls all night
Now buck me a furlong my Sugar Stick Candy!”
Enraged I yelled: “I’m not your Sugar Stick Candy!”
I then pointed my tall man and said:
I may tickle your fancy, but you won’t ride this in bed
so forget this modus operandi
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