Who Lives Next Door

Who Lives Next Door Morning started with sun wanting to rise And a surprise was there before my eyes I had heard her as she slammed the door Saying that she didn't love me anymore. Now how was I really supposed to know On her head gray hair started to show And in her face cracks were quite a few In seemingly terrible picture of her I drew. When we married she was a big bombshell Were big breasts stopped was hard to tell I woke each morning and could hardly wait To see her figure which was an exact eight. She was a beautiful woman I had selected But by many babies her body was corrected Now no longer does she do any fine flips With her huge body that has big hips. From my wife all of her love liked to leach And right back at me she started to preach So said why should you have to get so sore Was talking about woman living next door. Ho, ho and another ho for good measure. That sure sounds like a lot of ho's to me.