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OPEN

If Taiwanese chicks wanna know the ins and outs of lust,
they should open up,
like inroads into Chinese cunts/
But I feel like ships have sailed,
when I feel Taiwanese earth move,
because it's hard to have a stable relationship on the rocks, like they're some earthy soup/
I get in friend-zones so often that I'm like land being over- and mis-used/
I just wanna rise, like mountains into undulating clouds, in going under and down on women/
But it must be before 11, because nothing in Taipei is open, especially legs/
But when I open up a store like a Dopp kit,
it's like I see soaps and some top fit chicks/
And the place of business is my office/
One sits/
Call me a therapist/
That's me. I'll be a therapist/
Catch me tripping, like I ran for office after office
only to lose some face,
every time you open up, like a suitcase, or casual phase/
I can hammer away at staying, if I can nail such a radical date,
like my heart got stolen and getting into some circulation just has to wait/
I feel like I'm in a confined space if not in an excited state/
But fuck censorship when I sense a chick/
It's a new day, and I work for it
over pay/
Babe, was that a hard or soft case that you wanted to take away?/
I'll eat in. Are you open 'til late?/
That's my tit you're touching. Will that be all today?/
Could you fuck me on the till?, so that float[']s away/
Fuck money!/
We'll get high and make a moat. Thanks for coming today/
I do recommend protection. How would you like to pay?/
Plastic? Just let me get some rubber coz I wrote 'cash was paid'/
And free love, agreed, is better. Have a wonderful day and dates/
Can I celebrate Chinese New-Year's-Day on a Chinese estate?/
I don't mean Taiwan. I mean a family estate, with multiethnic families coming together, so necessarily across lines of the state/
Fuck being celibate?/
No. I could fuck, in being celibate/
Sex is irrelevant,
I just love smelling breath;
only fucking for the hell of it
if it's the smell of it/
Chicks here say I'm too knee-high to a grasshopper,
so dating me is a tall order,
but if I pass as one hopper,
would they let me get lost in some bush after bush nonstop?/
Or do I need to go to the Philippines?, all in all; in order to matriarchal-island-hop proper/
If I'm too small and China's too big,
is a middle finger what chicks want flipped?/
If I make their East China Sea go South,
will they be coming for me in surround sound?/
I doubt that if they high-speed rail at me
it'll spread around underground/
But I'm staying in Taipei,
because my words alone are enough to bounce around now/
I speak English rather than Mandarin,
because I don't sweet-talk women into bowing down/
I go down, on one Carol-line,
from New Taipei to Dongmen,
because she's blue, like in the face, then hot red/
I can't be metrosexual,
given my sex,
but I have to carefully hold her hair back when she tosses, as I make her get off; wet,
like product is in there/
But the only products are her breaths,
so I get off already, as I'm offered them/