I strut my stuff in my G String
I bang in my G string...
Hardly exciting,
first ice cream truck of Summer...
I adore
your mustache...
I stalk the aisles for a magic potion
A mask, a cream, a wonder lotion...
Meow, Meow,
Meow, Meow, Meow...
I cordially invite you, Husband of mine
to enter my world of toxic rhyme...
I couldn't sleep all night
I thought you oughta know...
How many skips can the hip skip flipper flip...
The Jean Buying Disaster
Shopping has become an exercise in futility for me...
So my ex has a new girl,
I saw her when he brought her to the party...
Gangsters this and gangsters that,
to be honest they are all t**ts...
Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay...