Don’t Cross Your Legs

Don’t cross your legs, Baby
I wish to see such treasure
A beauty of a secret 
Meant for our mutual pleasure
I’ll swing from the yardarm 
I’ll pull out my sword 
I’ll gouge out me eye
If you’re ever close to bored

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