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He walks through the Lower Haight
With a pouch on one arm
Hes tall and slim And he moves with an animal charm
Hes a foxy dude
Id love to lure him to my room
Well lay back Relax and do some shrooms
My hippy dude, my hippy dude
Get you in the nude N do things rude and lewd my hippy dude
The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador
If I could get inside them
Id be a happy man for sure
I realize many guys like this arent gay
But theres so much ambiguity
I wouldnt try to say
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I cant wait to get my hands
On your hippy dick
Your love pump is what Ill lick
Your hippy dick, your hippy dick
Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick
I think I could learn
To stand the Grateful Dead
It sure beats listening
To some dance remix instead
Id love to run my hand
Through his long and wavy locks
And be stretched out on his bed
Holding one anothers cocks
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