Hide me, like no-other, beyond the “Dark-side’s best of days”! Oh Alpha of Betsy-Lou-Baby, Betsy-Lou-Lou-Baby! Omega of Otis’s best Soul-Striking Wild Country Days, Wild-Country Ways, “of more than a four inched hearted fool”.

Soul-Strike me baby, again and again! Yea, oh Wild-Country yea, Lou-Lou me in, again and again, “Alpha-Betsy-Lou-Baby, Baby, Baby, “Baby-Lady”, oh my “Baby-Lady-Best”.

Heart’s hide-out best, life is crying no more for me to come and get it, to come and get it, get it, get it, really get-it, more than get you some, get-it, “Sunny-Sun-Sun” !

Soul-Struck baby, and who but, of you should I say best, can love me like you do, and do, and do, and forever will, will, will, as so shall I, never asking why again.

Soul-Struck like the strike beyond the match. The match up beyond fire’s best of days. Hot enough soul-striking love to put the fire out, and keep the desire new, like never before, never before, more, more, Lordy-Lord-Lord.

Strike me once, and then love me again, strike me twice, holy beyond paddles best of days, come what may, “April, June, July, August, or Sept’s best.” Love you back, no-knick-of-knack-paddle-patty-whacken lie, cause your my high, hide out’s best.

Yea, oh yea, even with a four inched-up heart, and a four foot best, plus Soul-Striking-Soul un-floored or not frame, you more than floor me, frame-me-up or down to the ground and then some, all pooled up! I’m more than your “Handy-Andy’s Best, Hidden Jim of John Candy’s Best, Carey’s Mint’s Best, Hearted Hide-Out’s Fool”.

Soul-Striking, Alpha-Betsy-Lou Baby, and I’m your, Otis of God-free Omega Gem-Lee-Pool-Striking, “Four-Inched-Up Hearted Fool”, Soul-Striking-pool’s best.

Yea love you for-ever and again, more than, “Four Inched-Up, Hearted-Up Soul-Struck Beyond Luck Betsy-Lou-Baby”! “Lou-Lou-Alpha-Betsy-Lou-Baby, “Baby Lady”, Oh lady, lady, divine, and all mine, mine, mine.

Yea, this here Omega of Otis’s Soul-Struck-Up-Hearted-Up best, has gone more than up and out never do me in crazy, like never before, Lordy, Lord, Lord, beyond the norm, or norms best of, “Up-Hearted-Crazy, and Over-Even-Fool’s-Up-Hearted, “best of days”!

Oh Alpha of Betsy’s best Soul-Struck-Striking-Love, like never before. I can’t, I can’t — “Get over you, over you, my one in a million of two four inched-up, natural beyond the norm’s best, more than fun-loving, “Soul-Striking-Heart’s-Throb”,

Yea oh yea, oh yea, tease me some more, more, more! “Alpha-Of-Betsy-Lou-Lou-Baby-Oh-Baby, Of Baby Lady’s Best, Of Alpha-Betsy-Loving-Uped-Up-More Than Wild-Country’s Dare-Deviled- Up-Hearted-Best”,

Oh Alpha Betsy-Lou-Baby, go A,B of C, Soul-Striking-Wild-Country-Dare-Devil-Betsy-Lou-Baby-Crazy, More Than, Four-Inched Hearted crazy on me, for freedoms of love’s sake. Cause your my beyond X,Y, and Z, easy-loving, never O.D. on me, “Four Inched Hearted” bundle of joy’s best.
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