The Boys I Mean Are Not Refined
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the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a nightone hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refinedthey come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamitethe boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a pissthey speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance