I'm tired she would always say
and I would always have to skip the foreplay.
She would moan and pitch but wouldn't move.
Like me just running a needle through the groove.
She would say 'yeah, of course, I got off'
then would act funny stare off and drop a nervous cough.
She would say don't worry baby, Size doesn't matter.
You just didn't make the earth rumble and shatter.
You just didn't make all those bells and whistles go off
but then again, you're not David Hasslehoff.

You aren't got no money and you aren't got no game
and since you started doing drugs you just aren't been the same.
You rolling around in your bests friends ride
and telling me shit like 'it's what matters inside'
Your friends call you snaggletooth because of your fucked up grill
and for your family reunion you all had road kill.
So don't feed me no lines and I'll give no retort
because for your prehistoric ass I had to write a book report.

Damn baby, could you be a little more polite.
oh, that's because your pussy aren't tight.
Oh, well O.K., maybe it's not really that
maybe it's because it smells an awful like your cat.
Huh? What do you mean you don't do drugs
with your candy-raver self out giving hugs.
Don't tell me you don't like it in the dookie chute
since I saw you out there playing the skin flute.
What? Who the hell are you to piss fire?
Someone to trip and hang themselves on the telephone wire.
Someone to come up with an overnight airtight alibi
Another way to make that grown woman cry.

So come up with a new retort
and whisk off to your private resort.
Forget about the future, forget about the past.
Forget about how nothing seems to last..

04/13/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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