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Five Hour Booty Call I will make you feel my sand dollared tongue. As it enters your mouth, I will spoon the sloppy syllables that fall from your lips like baby words, gravitate them back to you. That can become a grin, if you let it I can not communicate my feelings. I'm an anti-social socialist with agoraphobia your five hours away I'm an anti-social socialist with your five hours I'm an anti-social socialist your five I'm an anti-social your five hour booty call with agoraphobia