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Thanks for the memory
Of Stormy’s pantaloons
Swinging harem tunes
Amazon hips & burning lips
My manly boast – your girlie swoons
How lovely it was
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Thanks for the memory
Of candle light & wine
Shackles so sublime
My penthouse suite &
Our Mar-a-lago conga line
How lovely it was
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Many is the time that we feasted
With money from folks you had fleece’d
Oh well it was swell while it lasted
You drank all my rum, then u waited to see my plumb
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So thanks for the memory
Of naughty games on the floor
Nights spent on Jersey shore
You might have been a head case
But you never were Tipper Gore
I thank you so much
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Thanks for the memory
Of chasing you down the hall
Out the house to the horse stalls
That time I ran short of Viagra
You hardly saw my Niagra
How ungodly that was – thanks to you
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Thanks for the memory
Of lunch we ate off the floor
My hot Ivanka at Toot’s Shore
That pair of risque bandanas
That you bought and I never wore
Say by the way, what did happen to those bandanas
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Letters with sweet little secrets
That ended up on Bloomberg news wire
Too bad it all went up in fire
Karma’s a bitch, I guess
I love you, i confess
& you – you knew i was so sleazy
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Thanks for the memory
Of vaults of money they gave
Laundered money gushing in like a wave
Your panty hose in my basin
You’re with another fellow – treating me like a slave
I thank you – so much
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Thanks for the memory
Of hard-ons in Dubai
My briefs drying under the sky
The night you got irked
When you saw my little smirk
With lip stick on my thigh
(how lovely that was)
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Thanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace
Yes and pills just in case
And how you jumped
The day I humped
You on daddy’s desk
(how lovely that was)
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You said that you were not evil
As you ran my debts high as a steeple
(Remember?)
But I ain’t elegant, people
Always in arrears & putting up a fuss
I’m bullshit for both of us
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It’s strictly all on you
Stormy, you knew just what to do
Personally wreck all of my dreams
As if it all came out of the blue
Worst thing was when I met you
Good riddance & now bugaloo
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