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[Spoken] Honor your partners & jiggy, jig, jig. Boy meets girl, he holds her hand, Visions of a promised land, Tender words, cling and kiss, Crafty feel, heavenly bliss. He nibble nipples, squeezes thighs, Gets a beat and feels a rise, Fly's agape, drawers rolled down, Really starts to go to town, Legs outspread, virgin lass, Fanny froths like bottled Bass, Love is great, Cupid stunt Stupid feels, stupid runs. (?) Now love's a jewel, pearls he's won, Shoots his load, hell what's he done, Comes the pay off, here's the rub -- Now she's in the pudding club. A tubby tummy, weighty gain, Prams and nappies, labour pain, Realized what he did, Nagging misses and a squeeling kid. Well shot gun wedding, bridesmaids flap, Love and cherish, all that crap, Can't forsake those sexy habits, Kept breeding kids like fleas and rabbits. It's so important now to stay (?) Got ten at home and one away. Silky hole with the hair all round Dug his grave in the stoney ground Sweats his balls off, works his stint; Its all the same he's always spent Only pleasure is evenings when Mattress sqweaks, she's off again, He curses his marriage, starts to dicker (?) Swears he'll choke the bloody vicar. Work and worry take that dog Whisk he's off, same old hog. (?) A bit of love, flies agape Got folds of hair, lots of dick (?) Gots it in, its a loving spit Two experts in the shit. As he draws his final breath. He knows he shagged himself to death. On his tombstone plainly lackered His apetite is bloody nackered Grab your partners by the gland Showing her the promised land Spin around, jump on top In nine months time you get a crop. [Spoken] You get up on Sunday morning, go to church & pray for crop failure.
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