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Naked Tax

Tax me walking till I stand still

Tax me standing till I fall ill

Tax me laying in my bedroom

Tax me naked then tax me blue

They've

Taxed my naked body

The wearing of my skin

They've taxed my extra nipple

And even my foreskin

They've taxed my lovely cock

By each engorgeous inch

And then they went and taxed

My foolish inane grin

They've taxed my hide

They've taxed my pride

They've even taxed my bare backside

They've taxed the pennies on my eyes

Tax me walking till I stand still

Tax me standing till I fall ill

Tax me laying in my bedroom

Tax me naked then tax me blue

I didn't want to be laid bare

To owe the man this naked share

I wasn't born that way, that's a fact

But they taxed the shirt from off my back

And I'll be in trouble

When they tax my laugh

The bleeding bastard taxing twats

Tax me naked

Tax my hide

But I'll still have my darker side

For you might tax bodies

But you can't tax minds

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