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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Have a browse and find a fox,
send a message to her inbox,
find the message has been deleted,
such a shame...
she only lives round the block.
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Threw off my crocs and got some brogues,
time to leave fab...Im going rogue,
nice new shirt to meet the bros,
all the boys have hooked up and left me here,
but don't worry...thats just the way it goes
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I still don't need fab I do alright,
I may be alone on this cold night,
but i still got time to throw a line and wait for a bite,
nights still young, I'll just avoid this knife fight,
whats that in my eyes?
Oh fuck, its daylight
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Back home again all alone,
I don't fab, I'm gangster, like Al Capone,
watch a bit of porn then get my head down,
7 in the morning? That can't be right...
my head feels like a cell containing Fred Flintstone
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Wake up in the afternoon, dont feel too bad,
my cock stood like a rocket on a launch pad,
its harder than a rock, bigger than a bat,
here I am again, on my keypad,
Logging on to a site called fab
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*mic drop* |