Mirror, mirror on the wall, Should I really shave my balls? If I don't - she'll surely bitch ~ Does she care how much I'll itch? Take the razor and lather up, Don't she care that I could slip? Shave my balls ~ and cut off my dick? Easy now ~ hands don't shake, She'll call me "Stumpy" with one mistake, Pubes in her teeth she really can't bear, If I want some head ~ get ridda the hair. So I shave my balls all nice and slick, Did it up nice ~ without one nic! "Feel 'em baby ~ they're so smooth!" "Take off your clothes - get in the groove!" She looks at me from our little bed, "I'm sleepy, Baby ~ ain't givin no head!" She rolls on over ~ and gives me her back, I'm so pissed off ~ I'm about to crack! Next day ~ it's breakfast in the sheets, I spoon her bites which she gladly eats, And I must confess I think it's fair, That her omelet was made with pubic hair.
