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Kicka.ss is the game we play Whilst walking down the street
It really is quite fun to play Every time we meet
Every street we walk on Has its different rules
Innocent people walking by Think that we are fools
I kick his a.ss He kicks me back Whilst laughing all the while
Its fun to do, male bonding too It certainly makes us smile
The games we play are harmless we have a lot of fun
We don’t care what others think especially his mom
We swing on trees and climb great walls But that does not compare
To seeing her face when I take him back it is always beyond despair
His cloths are all dishevelled, his hair is all a mess
The fun we have is messy but hey!!! I know what’s best
Our visit time is limited to 4 hours once in a while
But when those weekends do come round its sure to make me smile