Talking 'Bout My Genitalia
Her eyes get so wide when she comes I realize
I had no small part in this it makes me
proud that I did some good in this world
If I were to die tomorrow I could
tell the good lord I made her climax
I take responsibility Okay
she did the work I just lay there and we
weren't listening to Barry Manilow
nor Barry White nor The White Stripes but the rain
splatter against the ground, knowing that somewhere
surely it was going to flood but then
her eyes went anime on me the bed started
to spin like a lava lamp in some groovy
sixties film. It was Kent State but instead
of shooting bullets we were shooting wads
blowing smoke putting flowers in guns
going yeah
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