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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

“Grease” Is Not Necessarily the Word



Slimmer livin’, had me a blast.
Slimmer livin’, lost so much ass!
Met my foe: obesity.

Met my future: fit as can be.
Slimmer days,
They’re here to stay,

And, uh oh, those slimmer nights!

Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh!

Tell me more, tell me more.
Are you better in bed?

Do it more, do it more.
Hey now… that’s what she said.

She looked at me, tightening my belt
.
She said to me, you look a smidgen more svelte.

Saved my life, now that I’m less obese.
Ask my wife, sex drive’s increased.
Slimmer bod, still kinda flawed,
And, uh oh, those slimmer nights.


Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh!

Tell me more, tell me more
Hey, a gent doesn’t say.
Tell me more, tell me more
Just passed fifty-one shades of gray.

Feelin’ good, she thinks I’m hot stuff.
Oh my god, I’m dancin’ round in the buff.
We make out like a couple of teens
Snake is out, if you knows what I means.
Slimmer frame, that’s still my aim.
And, uh oh, those slimmer nights.




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