Why O Why
Why o Why
Must you pry
And force me to lie
To spare your blushes
Because your bottom in those Jeans
May have fit in your early teens
But unless those seams are double stitched
Your **** will breach the underneath
And your skin tight Jeans
Will only make matter's
A million times worse
And you will curse like a drunker sailor
On the long ride home
Where ill be sleeping on the couch
Wishing I had opened my bloody mouth
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