16 February 2013
Rude at the end. Read on...
It's on private prescription, a little extra TLC And no-one's got more magical massaging mitts than me She's had an accident that's left her rather shaky Neck and back are sore and all over rather achy Fish and oven chips was a nice and easy meal She had Southern Comfort, so the pain might seem less real Then it's to the sofa accompanied by quilt She was pretty tired, her stamina began to wilt So I started with the feet, the one she likes the best I have to do them first because staying awake's a test Next up, lower legs and don't forget the knees Then up to the head, oh she's really loving these Finish with a back rub, and I'm thinking to myself How about a real massage, let's knock some dust from the shelf... See the thing about a massage, if you give it all you've got Leaves you stirring down below and feeling pretty hot For it's a sensuous thing, the laying on of hands And it's warming up the blood on it's journey to my glands As I hopefully glance over she's fallen fast asleep And I faded fairly quickly for she was dreaming deep But she's had some TLC and there's plenty more to be had Anything to help when she's feeling rough or bad It was pushing it a bit to hope that we'd get down to rock And I've learnt that TLC doesn't stand for Take Lee's C@%k....
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