I'm Not Brain-Dead(But You Can Still Pull My Tube)

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I'm Not Brain-Dead(But You Can Still Pull My Tube)Gold tooth grin...skunk-tail cologne, tan-in-can skintoneLarry downed another Jim Beamhe saw the pair in that girl's blouse, had dealt her a full houseand loved the pink thong peekin' from her jeansso Larry staggered up and said, Honey I've got life in me yetbut my last will and testament is thisafter seven shots gone down, my mind may not be soundbut baby...your body sure isso I'm not brain-dead but you can still pull my tubedoes starin' at your stuff make me a boobforgit the lawyers and fine printhere's how I want my life-force spentI'm no goodlookin' guybut girl my naked eyecan picture you nudeI'm not brain-dead but you can still pull my tubewell, she told the tough barkeep, that some drunken creepwas actin' crude and talkin' crapwhen Larry's dirty mouth was kissed, by that barkeep's iron fisthe folded like an Exxon maphe swallowed that gold tooth down, and it made a clankin' soundthat night in the hospital bedpanLarry told that purty nurse, Lawd how my insides hurtif you won't give me your heart...gimme a handcos I'm not brain-dead but you can still pull my tubedoes starin' at your stuff make me a boobforgit the lawyers and fine printhere's how I want my life-force spentI'm no goodlookin' guybut girl my naked eyecan picture you nudeI'm not brain-dead but you can still pull my tubeyank it, wank it...treat me rudeI'm not brain-dead but you can still pull my tube(c)2006 Robert George