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Hot Pot

I’m lost in my thought 

You ought not be that hot

caught up in all  you got

Call it what you want

Just plz don’t stop

I’m starting to plot

More of things I should not

You got me all distraught

It’s not my fault 

I’m bout to raise the pot 

Try to keep your shirt on 

Or maybe not

Ok now I’ll stop 

 

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