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theoriii - ménage à trois 97' lyrics

sometime in 97

her boots were leather, porsche cursing through fog weather
we laughed together, hand clinched her palm sweater
we went to dinner, stepped outta the car first
opened the door, the valet almost p-ssed his shorts
she’s so beautiful, her hair smelt like honey drew
she said let me make these n-gg-s look across the room
sat down at the table lit by candle light
waiter knew our taste no need to ask us right
told tony the owner i’ll be back to pay my dues
although i know he never ever wants me too
we drove into the night to catch that late flight
to an undisclosed location, somewhere asian
got into the hotel, we drowning in ’em white sheets
you can hear her pleasure in this very beat
you all know her name but never touched her heart
it’s too long to say, so i just call her art… or whatever

sometime in 97

got back home around november, her glowing smile says she cares
stroke her -ss while we slowly walking up the stairs
my apartment security guard morty is steady pacing
he said he tried but she was tired of waiting
in a panic i realize who he was talking about
my current wife, but right before she wanted to shout
she rest her eyes on art and it was love at first sight
she kissed her neck and pulled me in for a bite
now we under the covers sucking anything that moves
i just can’t believe my wife would just approve
switching stances, making love, real romances
my d-cks a nutcracker doing his f-cken dancers
ménage à trois, a mixer of the sweetest juices
myself, two beautiful women, imagine the bruises
at the end of the day, we all f-ck twice a week
oh i didn’t mention, my wife’s name is music… or whatever

sometime in 97

…yah

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