Yo, what's up? It's Jesse. I'm not in right now. Leave it at the beat. Later.
Hey baby, it's Jasmine. I can't see tonight. Something came up and I gotta go away for the weekend.
But I'll call you when I get back. I miss you already. Be a good boy.
Show me right.
Out of town. And I was in the mood to fool around. So I called up Cassie, this red-headed flirt.
I figured what my girlfriend doesn't know can't hurt me. Went on a date and that's when Cassie
said she was down to do the nasty. I was with her but then it dawned on me. I had a girl that
was willing but where could I get busy? I couldn't go to my house cause my mom was home. Couldn't do
it in a place because we couldn't be alone. Couldn't do it in my car. That would be degrading.
I would have done it outside but it was raining. Then I recalled the place but
I could bring the freak. It's open 25 hours, 8 days a week. A nice little spot where I could
knock on, well, the $55 motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel. $55
motel, motel. $55 motel. $55 motel. $55 motel, motel.
Well, I'm the blue.
And her body was fine. With nice round hips and a soft behind. She had the kind of body that'll
make heads turn. And two round things that were big and firm. To make the move comfortable,
calm and nice. I supplied the riuriti and of course the ice. If it was a sip of champagne,
that's what I think. She loosened up a bit and started getting kinky. She pulled me onto the
king-size phantomatic recliner. Flipped me like a pancake, dangling on top like Aunt Jemima. The
girl was going crazy and wild all night. Like she was an ex-contestant on The Price is Right. I'm
here yelling like a madman. I'm here yelling like a madman. I'm here yelling like a madman. I'm here
yelling like a cheerleader. Cheer me like a star. Screaming Jessie, Jessie, sis, boom, bah. I
was rocking those bells just like LL at the $55 motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel,
motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel, motel.
Now, after we was done, me and my freak put on the TV and tried falling asleep. But the couple next
door was making a ruckus. Banging away. I couldn't sleep, so bust this. I paid a quick visit to my
neighbor and said, mister, your girlfriend's barking like a doberman pincher. Do me a favor,
keep it out of her peace, because ain't nobody at the motel to fall asleep. He said, okay,
that he'd try to stop her. But she kept screaming like the Phantom of the Opera. From 12 to 1 to 2
every time I fall asleep, she started screaming again. At first, I was mad, but then got curious
to see what kind of freak could shriek like this. I mean, all through the night, the yelling got
iller. But the more I heard the screaming, the more the girl sounded familiar. I could have swore
I recognized the shout. I started thinking, and then I figured it out. It was my girlfriend.
Yo, what the hell? At the $55 motel? $55 motel, motel. $55 motel. Say what? $55 motel,
motel. $55 motel. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel. Yo, I got played. $55 motel, motel.
образed. $55 motel, motel. $55 motel. Yo, yo, yo. Thank you guys for taking from
my life. Can you believe it? Like I never Spain. That's what I've been doing. Wow!
See you at 4, 4, 2, 1.


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