My Baby's Rod
My Baby's rod,is
big and bad.
My Baby's rod,just
can't be had.
He shifts the gears,
one through five.
No one here will
ever survive.
When he peels out,
he leaves rubber behind.
But, really, he's gentle
sweet, and kind.
My Baby's rod, is so
big and fast.
My Baby's rod wants to trash.
Get out of his way,
he's coming through.
Cause my Baby's rod is
after you.
Copyright © Gloria Vojchehoske | Year Posted 2006
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