WE BIDE OUR TIME AND FILL THE DAYS IN MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF WAYS SOME WORK SO HARD, SOME EXERCISE MOVING FAT THAT RESIDES IN OUR THIGHS

SOME TILL THE GARDEN AND WIELD THE RAKE SOME SPEND THEIR TIME IN THE KITCHEN AND BAKE SOME MAKE DVDS OF THEIR IDOL CLAY SOME FANTASIZE TO FIND A WAY TO APPROACH THE MAN THAT STOLE OUR HEARTS AND CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE AIKEN PARTS

THE LONG INVITING NECK, THE LUSCIOUS LIPS THE THICK SPIKY HAIR WITH THE HIGHLIGHTED TIPS THE LONG LEAN LEGS AND THE ROCK HARD THIGHS ABOUT WHICH CLAYGIRLS FANTASIZE

THE DEEP DEEP POOLS IN THE STRIKING GREEN EYES WITHIN THEIR DEPTHS THE ESSENCE LIES THAT DRAWS US IN AND MAKES US MELT THE THUD HEARD ROUND THE WORLD IS FELT

THE JUKEBOX TOUR IS DRAWING NEAR THE TICKETS BOUGHT, AND PLANS MADE CLEAR MEETING OLD FRIENDS AND SOME THAT ARE NEW SHARING CLAYLOVE LIKE TRUE FANS DO

OH CLAY MY LOVE WE’VE WAITED SO LONG TO HEAR YOUR VOICE BURST INTO SONG TO SEE WHAT TYPE OF CLOTHES YOU WEAR WHAT NEW WAY TO WEAR YOUR HAIR

STUBBLE OR CLEAN, GLASSES OR NOT WHICHEVER IT IS, CLAY IS ALWAYS HOT AND SO WE WAIT SO ANXIOUSLY TO GREET THIS MAN SO EXUBERANTLY

TO SHOW HIM THE LOVE HE SHARES WITH US THEN WATCH HIM DRIVE AWAY ON THE BUS TAKING OUR HEARTS AND SOULS AWAY AND KNOWING THAT WE LOVE OUR MAN CLAY