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You Left a Dirt Ring

You lost your home, you can stay with me It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he Don't leave your unmentionables lying around My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound I must address this one thing I noticed in my bath tub you left a dirt ring Judging by the odor, I believe a dumpster was your last home Here, take one of mine, it's obvious you don't own a comb I will have to shorten your stay due to the smell You say you bathe once every 10 days, I can surely tell I thought when you finally bathed, there would be birds that sing It all went south, when you left that filthy bath tub ring Get out and don't come back, the odor is too much You are not the one I would not call in the clutch You are the definition of what trailer trash is I gave you blunt hints, this is no quiz You have nothing I want, there is no bling bling The tub now has to be replaced, I can't remove the dirt ring

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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