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Pansy Division - Hippy Dude lyrics
He walks through the Lower Haight With a pouch on one arm Hes tall and slim And he moves with an animal charm Hes a foxy dude Id love to lure him to my room Well lay back Relax and do some shrooms My hippy dude, my hippy dude Get you in the nude N do things rude and lewd my hippy dude The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador If I could get inside them Id be a happy man for sure I realize many guys like this arent gay But theres so much ambiguity I wouldnt try to say Chorus I cant wait to get my hands On your hippy dick Your love pump is what Ill lick Your hippy dick, your hippy dick Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick I think I could learn To stand the Grateful Dead It sure beats listening To some dance remix instead Id love to run my hand Through his long and wavy locks And be stretched out on his bed Holding one anothers cocks Chorus |
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