Remember the house of 69
May it be yours and may it be mine
Where she wined and dined before I walked in the door
Where we explored each other, my true desire
for truth and real joy
For I was her boy
I explored she, and her me
in the house of 69
They say she a nice piece of ass
And I say she deserves my good grass
The critics never made me stress
For I was happy in the house of 69.
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