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Here's a little poem that I wrote when I was 17. I had a dream that my flaming friend, Scott..found out his Dad had a secret.
DADDY WAS A BAD GIRL

Daddy was a bad girl with pumps and bad ass tights
He played with me throughout the day, but always kept late nights
He worked his job from nine to five, and played those office games
But when it's dark, he's on his knees with no one but himself to blame.
We found lipstick in his car one day, and Mom's pink dress went missing...
And neighbors say they swear they saw my Dad and some guy kissing
If this is true, I hope to Hell that Dad will share his news
Yes, if this is true, and all goes well...he better let me wear his shoes.