High School Reunion
Well baby I can see
That not much from high school here has changed
You still use the mysteries of the dance
And use your hands to stake a claim
And I can see your still stretching
Your imagination
About our intimate style of relations
By pawing me
Damn baby
After all these years that I missed your call
I thought you understood it all
Your not the one for me
You'd think you'd give it a rest on the denial
And admit there still not one bit of romance
Of your style
In your dance mysteries
And to still think your home coming King
Trying to get in my pants
Is not my idea of fine romance
And your not the player I want for me
So I suggest you quit now
With that Arther Murry step
Coz you ain't changed my mind just yet
Your still not my dance of mystery
By Star Sweeper
© 2008 Star Sweeper
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