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My Girl’s Pussy–Harry Roy (1931)

 

There’s one pet I like to pet, and every evening we get set.
I stroke it every chance I get, it’s my girl’s pussy.
Seldom plays and never purrs, and I love the thoughts it stirs.
But I don’t mind because it’s hers, it’s my girl’s pussy.
Often it goes out at night, returns at break of dawn.
No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always nice and warm.
It’s never dirty, always clean. In giving thrills, never mean.
But it’s the best I’ve ever seen, it’s my girl’s pussy.
There’s one pet I like to pet, and every evening we get wet.
I stroke it every chance I get, it’s my girl’s pussy.
Seldom plays, never purrs, and I love thoughts it stirs.
But I don’t mind because it’s hers, it’s my girl’s pussy.
So often it goes out at night, and returns at break of dawn, break of dawn.
No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always dry and warm.
I bring titbits that it loves, we spoon like two turtledoves.
I take care to remove my gloves, when stroking my girl’s pussy.
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Wombat’s Musical Advent Calendar, Day 2

twantaFollowing a request from @nyncompoop, I decided to keep singing these songs anyway. (I use the word “singing” loosely here, obviously). I did let her choose the song however; somewhat unwisely, for she lumbered me with the ubiquitous “Stop The Cavalry”. Exactly WHY is this considered a Christmas song anyway?

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