But, Alberto, I would have your baby
and I’ll fall into your manly-hairy arms
to embrace for the whole world to see
eyes dazzling at our mutual charms
And we’ll have the most convenient wedding
we’ll dance on groups squish them between our toes
avoid any awkward questions about the bedding
as in my belly our progeny grows
With some time we get girls on the side
off with my lace out off with your tax
it’s only when I invite your sister along for the ride
that we realize this situation sax
Oh Alberto! I have to say we’re a bit clichè
You, me and a baby is one fucked up three way.
We'd dance on grapes! and you'd take off your tux.... so the situation sux!
RépondreSupprimerI cannot work with this ineptitude
It was impossible to read those hieroglyphs ah ah ah I thought it could be: we'd dance on gropes...
RépondreSupprimerIt was impossible to read those hieroglyphs ah ah ah I thought it could be: we'd dance on gropes...
RépondreSupprimerWho is this mysterious Anonyme guy that backs up what Alberto says?
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