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On a jet from London to New York
I saw a friend
He’s quite the man, we talked about his business
to no end

He smiled a lot, we laughed and drank
two bottles of champagne,
Our eyes were glazed, our cheeks were red,
we stumbled off the plane

At some point on the concourse
Things got a bit unclear
He grabbed my thigh, I bit his lip,
He nibbled on my ear

20 minutes later I’ve got him pinned
against the wall
Ankles up and undies down in the
airport bathroom stall

Words by The Count
Music by The Captain & Miss Coochie Galore

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