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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.

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