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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
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
Lyrics submitted by Binsk, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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And I love him for his heart and soul
And I love his rectal scrotal tube
like Family Reunion. if you compare that to any other "song" by any other band, whoever you compare it to doesn't own up. blink 182 can write hillarious songs, serious songs, or just plain good songs in a matter of minutes.
like dammit. it took mark 5 minutes to write that song.
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