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Sleeping through the night is now a problem of the past,
‘cause Doctor TCL’s got somethin’ throbbin’ for that @ss,
and I don’t mean your rectum
darlin’; that’s no place to be,
I understand you’re tired but it’s time to take this D.
My enemy’s insomnia and I don’t clown about,
this D-Quil I administer is sure to pound it out,
and afterwards you won’t possess the spark to lounge about,
I’ll medicate you properly and leave you down and out.
But first thing’s first; a lengthy tongue assessment if you please,
some nibbles on your neck indeed progress to breasts and knees,
your legs and in between them’s where I’m headed more or less,
it takes a special patient to get through my oral test.
It feels as if you’re soaring don’t it? Swinging in a plane,
your gushing has me like Gene Kelly singing in the rain,
it’s just one part of D-Quil though; that makin’ somethin’ spill,
your legs must spread like Country Crock ‘cause now here comes the pill.
It’s bigger than an Advil with more power than Aleve,
you moan like you’re in Heaven is the way it sounds to me,
I thrust ‘til I secrete that drowning heat from down beneath,
which fills you up too much; it drains to pool around your cheeks.
Your eyes are feeling heavy now; it’s hard to stay awake,
but I'll give you another dosage just to play it safe,
see you’re the only patient that I have; let haters hate,
a couple shots of D-Quil and you’ll sleep ‘til break of day.
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