The Not So Perfect Woman
The Not So Perfect Woman
Last night when my heart was in a flutter
Around to Angelina's house we'd go
I was hungry so she fed me bread and butter
Then she walked upstairs moving very slow
Her teeth she would lay upon the table
Her curly hair was hung upon the bed
As I was there to show her I was able
I saw her screwing off her wooden leg.
Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013
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