Text: Pansy Division. Hippy Dude.

He walks through the lower haight
With a pouch on one arm
He´s tall and slim and he moves with an animal charm
He´s a foxy dude
I´d love to lure him to my room
We´ll lay back relax and do some shrooms
My hippy dude, my hippy dude
Get you in the nude ´n do things rude and lewd my hippy dude
The pants he wears are made in ei salvador
If I could get inside them
I´d be a happy man for sure
I realize many guys like this aren´t gay
But there´s so much ambiguity
I wouldn´t try to say
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I can´t wait to get my hands

On your hippy dick
Your love pump is what i´ll lick
Your hippy dick, your hippy dick
Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick
I think I could learn
To stand the grateful dead
It sure beats listening
To some dance remix instead
I´d love to run my hand
Through his long and wavy locks
And be stretched out on his bed
Holding one another´s cocks
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