She wondered as he approuched,
Is it really that small?
What did I get myself into,
It doesnt hang lower than his balls.
She ponders for a momment,
Then tells him to redress.
Because on a scale of optomism,
He's a definate pessomist.
She should have called me,
And I would run to her side.
And wave after wave she would feel,
Just like the oceans change tide.