Ah, I awakened from a wet In which I was restless My imagination could no longer take me So I slid into my copping And gave the original Jones, sex
Now, my sexy was below sea level The hornies my being I was at that where most men would say "Hey ho', it's your life or your lay", but I was cooler that She said, "No compute"
I spotted a lady who was also on the I tell by her makeup, plus the scent was there So I sashayed to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan She screamed and "Are you asking to love to me?"
I said, "Is pig, what's in Or you play hard After all the trouble you went to get chosen" She said, ah, "No compute"
Finally, she said, ah "I could, ah, go for what you're talking about 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 that spit don't 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 myself after I Smoking a last joint I [unverified] to sleep "What a man will go for the hornies, ah, set in"
Well, suddenly as she laid there, mouth open Wig off, snoring, breath 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"