It's the game of roses, but we'll do the game of roses.

This is the game of roses, but we'll do the game of roses.

Baby, I may not have the biggest hands you've ever seen.

You might not find me in Plagirl magazine.

My feet may not be perfect, but I know my own self-worth.

And the length of my affection's less important than the girth.

I'm not the tallest guy who's ever picked up in a bar,

but I'm competing in airplane or the backseat of your car.

I'm not setting any records when I look down in the shower,

but baby, I'm a giver, I'll go down on you for hours.

Katie, oh my god, yes, my old sense of wedding bells.

I'd love to see where it went with little, but nothing else.

The way you looked last night's enough to make me want a stream.

You came into my life like something straight out my wet dream.

So I think it's safe to say that length is less important than communication for play.

And the love inside a man, the greatest lover here,

well, if's not, let the question linger.

Remember, I play piano.

I'm amazing with my finger.

Welcome to Game of Roses.

This is Pace Case.

This is Bachelor Clos.

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