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Anya's World: All About Me

Sappyness:

stuff...

boys and girls... mmmm

My friends and I in London last fall.

this is a poem dedicated to jon cluck:

Whats up, jon cluck

Jon cluck, you shmuck

Suck my duck

For good luck

I’ll pay you a buck

To touch me jon cluck

More and more

THEY”RE HEEEEEERE

He’s full of crap

But hes on my lap

With a Georgia state map

He don’t leave a gap

We gonna spill the tap

You blubbering sap

And get real crapped

After we’re zapped

And then we napped

Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)

Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)

Mama I like how you dance

The way you fit in them pants (Uh)

Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)

You know I love that (I love that)

Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)

It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)

Come on, we got another one player

From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?

Baby you impressive let's get

To know each other

You the best of the best and

You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest

I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color

Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on

Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong

My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning

It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)

Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)

Mama I like how you dance

The way you fit in them pants (Uh)

Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)

You know I love that (I love that)

Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)

It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)

Come on, we got another one player

From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?

Baby you impressive let's get

To know each other

You the best of the best and

You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest

I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color

Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on

Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong

My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning

It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them