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Mr Michael you're so frightful You got caught being rude You went public with Mr Big Dick And some guys dressed in blue There ain't no doubt you'd like some chain But Mr Michael what's it like though Banging on porcelain Inside inside Mr Michael it's a trifle But I got nothing on you I'm only scoring upon the flooring With some bird from Bellevue I have no urge to tell you lies but In the morning under tarpaulin I'll be taking a glide Inside inside