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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.10.12.42.7930]] |
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Many is them fish in th' dating pool; leave it to that boy to find hisself a crab, I heard of bein' hooked by someone, but her claws find his package an' grab. Wonder what go through his mind thinkin' on death do you part; does he beg? Just where did all of that yellow on him come from, his spine or down his leg? Takes her home to meet the family, and sure enough they fell on their sword, One look at this blushing bride and bets got taken on the last time he scored. A beaver comes to mind when I see her; I ain't talking 'bout her underneath, Get a franchise option on a furniture warehouse next time she bear her teeth. Screws rattlin' on top of her neck, but turn her over an' she don't turn it loose, Need you a coalminer's lamphat an' pickaxe you try an' tunnel to her caboose. Sad stories, pity patter; woe is she but more is he, suicide queen, joker draw, If they ever happen to reproduce, thereabout's antithesis to Mr. Darwin's law. I've known freaks of nurture, seen follies of nature; it's all in what you make it, What you can't teach is the will to overcome when chance seemed to forsake it. Excuses ring hollow in the ears of the world at large; know better, that's enough, Foot of responsibility finds your ass don't haul your share when goin' gets tough. Sounds like I mean to condemn; it's more on her than him, so here's what I'll do, For every other man that wasn't desperate enough, tip of my cap and I thank you. |