This one is for the boys with the poem assist. Pop Town, AC with the cool assist. When they come into the club, they can play the none. Got sex on the deck, like it's even up. And it you, you do, you might go to do. Your pop-ball is in front of your right, go to do. You go, you go, you might still go. You always know you never fly, go. Your mother drips along a ship ship. When you make a drip, drip, kiss on the lip. That's the kind of do I was a couple. And yes, you get slapped if you look at it. I say, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy. I mean, on my mind, I like how they can fly. I mean, you're so shy. I'm loving your tie. You like to say you're another guy. I think I'm sorry, oh yes.