It's 2AM
I like both of
them
though they only go
by one name
A single voice
Offers the choice
Will it be
your place or mine?
Of course
Either is fine
And if you drive
Divine
Cuz I ain't
Steering tonight
I wake in my bed
With an ache
In my head
I can tell something
Ain't right
She musta mixed
Gasoline
With her
Astroglide
And I went along
For the ride
Now there's a fire
Not brought on
By desire
I reckon it's
Something I caught
I am all shaking
Not from Fear
But from itching
I think my
Wood has termites
I would be fine
Except that
My vine
Is all
Purple
And bumpy
After much thought
I will change
His name
Now I will
Call Buford
Ol’ Mumpy
Of course
I’ll find a
Cure
Then something
Demure
And act all in love
Just right quick
You can cook
You can clean
You can do
Anything
You win a man’s
Heart
Through his dick
