Ah, I from a wet dream In which I was [unverified] My imagination could no longer take me So I slid 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 most men would say "Hey ho', it's life or your lay", but I was cooler than that She said, "No compute"
I a lady who was also on the prowl I tell by her makeup, plus the scent was there So I over to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan She screamed and "Are you asking to love to me?"
I said, "Is pig, in pork? Or you gonna play 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 talking about But really 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 you know that spit don't make babies" She smiled, and said, "No compute" But I tell that she was getting interested
So off we was fun to be had, love to be made "Strange", I said to myself I laid Smoking a joint before I [unverified] to sleep "What a man will go for 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 looks are not alike, all are not a crack"