Ah, I awakened from a wet In I was restless [unverified] My imagination could no take me there So I slid into my copping And gave into the Jones, sex
Now, my sexy was below sea level The hornies my being I was at that stage most men would say "Hey ho', it's your life or your lay", but I was than 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 over to her, and, ah, of my plan She screamed and "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 you're about But it's really about my birth 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 she was getting interested
So off we There was fun to be had, love to be "Strange", I said to myself I laid a last joint before I [unverified] to sleep "What a man will go for the hornies, ah, set in"
Well, as she laid there, mouth wide open Wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 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"