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Dear Penis, |
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I don't think I like you anymore, |
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You used to watch me shave, |
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Now all u do is stare at the floor. |
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Oh dear Penis, |
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I don't like you anymore. |
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It used to be you and me, |
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A paper towel, and a dirty magazine, |
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That's all we needed to get by. |
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Now it seems things have changed, |
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I think that your the one to blame. |
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Dear Penis, |
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I don't like you anymore. |
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Now he sings, |
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Dear Rodney, |
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I don't think I like you anymore, |
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'Cause when u get to drinkin' |
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You put me places I've never been before. |
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Dear Rodney, |
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I dont like you anymore. |
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Why can't we just get a grip, |
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On our man to hand relationship. |
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Come to terms with truly how we feel. |
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If we put our heads together, |
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We'd just stay home forever. |
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Dear Penis, |
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I think I like you after all. |
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Oh and Rodney, |
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While yer shavin', |
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Shave my balls. |
