My Dolly's not Parton
Your just annoyed cause I'm not another singer
your annoyed cause I'm not afraid to put up my middle finger
I'm not afriad to take you on tv just to beat you up on Jerry Springer.
Your still lay on my bed with your legs tied back behind your head
whats worse is that the smells starting to linger
I'm gonna make like a tree and leave before you wake up and call me a minger
this time isn't as worse as the last time, cause the last time
erm, I accidently farted while we were in a 69
and I followed through
the curry I told you I had before we did it surely must have been the clue
its dangerous like dealing drugs around a cop
I suppose the only good thing was the fact that you were on top
the other way around sure would have been funny
you can't complain, you couldn't complain I would have trippled your money
I don't bite I just sting like a bee if I don't get the hooney
you float like a butterfly and thats probably why you got something runny
I think we could make it work don't you think its makeable
baby come on your my doll your beautiful, your inflatable.
poem by Daniel McCann
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