By B.K.
Date: 2005 Oct 04
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Creme De La Creme

Baby my thoughts rarely veer off scene
They curve and angle
They do drum rolls with my heart beam
They swerve full tilt circles
Wipe-out is their shake it theme
Baby my thoughts are my own
But if statistics are what you dream
Then analysts would have to come clean
Tweaking my constant contemplations of you
As 98% pure creme de la creme