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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.04.09.58.32728]] |
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He's a Scottish sort Of Welsh descent With teasing kilt A bashful gent No blarney bloke No fancy free No kiss and tell When he kisses me I tilt his kilt When I hugs his neck I shiver his timbers When I gives him a peck He sparkles my eyes When he strokes my hair When he holds me close And whispers, 'I care' He's so much fun We stays up late I calls him Mike He calls me Kate I misses him so When he's away We loves to share We loves to play His bagpipes thrill When squeezed just right His melodies fill My every night So never you thinks That skirts on mens Means they ain't strong With female friends My Scottish man Gives me delights Kicks his kilt With me just right .......... |