Ah, I awakened a wet dream In which I was [unverified] My imagination could no take me there So I into my copping haberdashery And gave the original Jones, sex
Now, my sexy Jones was below sea The occupied my being I was at that stage where men would say "Hey ho', it's your or your lay", but I was cooler than that She said, "No compute"
I spotted a who was also on the prowl I could tell by her makeup, the scent was there So I over to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan She and said "Are you asking to make to me?"
I said, "Is pig, what's in Or you gonna play After all the trouble you through to get chosen" She said, ah, "No compute"
Finally, she said, ah "I could, ah, probably go for what talking about But really about my birth control pill" I said, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a in doubt, vamp"
"Or at ad-lib And of you know that spit don't make babies" She smiled, and said, "No compute" But I could tell that she was interested
So off we was fun to be had, love to be made "Strange", I said to after 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, mouth open Wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a Buick I was with the filthies, and she smiled in her sleep As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all are not a crack"