You'Re the Reason
Those over there are yours.
They look like monkeys.
You're the reason our kids are so ugly.
Our kida look as if they have been beaten,
beaten hard about 100 times with an ugly stick.
You're the reason our kids are so ugly.
Those poor kids,
they look as if they've been run over,
by a lawn mower,
running.
You're the reason our kids are so ugly.
Your little girl,
she looks like a fat lady,
in really tight spandex
with loud print.
You're the reason our kids are so ugly.
How did I ever end up with you?
I don't know what I was thinkin',
or what I was drinkin'.
But you're the reason our kids are so ugly.
Copyright © Shelby Guillotte | Year Posted 2006
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