WW:54 To the tune of "Ruby Don't Take Your Love to Town"

Author: up4abeer

Date: November 1, 2006

by up4abeer
11-01-06
You never trim your bush; It's a mound of matted hair.
You eat fast food every day; You come home and foul the air
You never blow me anymore; Why don't you slob my knob?
Your balls smell like your ass; I'd rather blow the dog
No longer singing
Knob doesn't rhyme with dog you stupid slut.
Whine like a bitch while I kick your nuts.