The Friday Night Song
Filed under FNS, Personal
Your face, your grace, your lipstick trace
(Don’t leave me now/
in this song)
when I was and just a badly kid
my mama noticed all the funny things I did
like shooting puppies with BB gun
I’d poison guppies and when I was done
I’d find a pussy cat and bash it’s head
that’s when my mama said
(what did she say?)
she said son!
we’ll find a way
to make your natural tendencies pay
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