Ah, I from a wet dream In which I was [unverified] My imagination could no longer me there So I slid my copping haberdashery And gave into the Jones, sex
Now, my sexy Jones was sea level The occupied my being I was at that where most men would say "Hey ho', it's your or your lay", but I was cooler than that She said, "No compute"
I spotted a lady who was also on the I could by her makeup, plus the scent was there So I sashayed over to her, and, ah, of my plan She screamed and "Are you asking to love to me?"
I said, "Is pig, in pork? Or you gonna hard all the trouble you went through to get chosen" She said, ah, "No compute"
Finally, she said, ah "I could, ah, probably go for what you're talking But it's about my birth control pill" I said, "All are not alike, all holes are not a crack in doubt, vamp"
"Or at least And of course you know spit don't make babies" She smiled, and said, "No compute" But I could tell she was getting interested
So off we There was fun to be had, to be made "Strange", I said to myself I laid Smoking a last before I [unverified] to sleep "What a man go for when the hornies, ah, set in"
Well, suddenly as she laid there, wide open Wig half off, snoring, smelling like a 1948 Buick I was with the filthies, and she smiled in her sleep As if to say, "All are not alike, all holes are not a crack"