A century old argument I write of
That involves a woman and a man...
Her
I see him walking down the street...
walking through that storm
became more like backward steps...
It was a sunday nite i was hard as a stick
b4 doin u i decided 2 lick ur cl*ck...
I dont like diarea
i just dont like to shit...
In the deepest, bluest river lived a family of...
Where one day the youngest, Valerie, got gave a...
Lumps and bumps,
apon my neck...
Well I had a bad day yesterday
So decided I'd just go to bed...
You think your slick
playing those games...
I awaken at night with a burning desire,
Something is calling like an unquenched fire...
As I was out a`walking
down some crooked road...
Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love...
Sometimes holding hands means more then making...