04-22-2013, 03:44 PM
I drank from your cup
and ate all your bread,
but you forgive tiny tresspasses.
Then I soiled your chair
with my ass, you poor bloke,
and made a pass at your wife
while you watched.
And when your were dreaming,
I smelled up your bed with a fart.
Oh, so now you cry and you shout
and would drive a man out?
Psah! I think I’ll stay on, my poor bloke,
as I like this sharin’ your head.
and ate all your bread,
but you forgive tiny tresspasses.
Then I soiled your chair
with my ass, you poor bloke,
and made a pass at your wife
while you watched.
And when your were dreaming,
I smelled up your bed with a fart.
Oh, so now you cry and you shout
and would drive a man out?
Psah! I think I’ll stay on, my poor bloke,
as I like this sharin’ your head.