Do the Math
You can minus the clothes
Divide the legs
Add in a bed;
Get a VCT so diseases aren’t spread
Use a rubber just incase
You multiply; and he breaks your heart like a vase
but don’t take my word for it;
DO THE MATH
Use a calculator
She says,
She’s got a perfect figure so guys try to measure
They try to calculate her
They wish to divide her heart and never leave a remainder
I whispered in her ear and told her
Don’t let a fraction in, cause bad boys will ditch you and then
COCK-YOU-LATER.
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