She'll have another piece of pie
She'll have a double rueben rye
She works hard at eating well
That's why I love her
She's got a couple of pony kegs
Her arms are bigger than my legs
And when she holds me I can't breath
That's why I love her
Yeah, I'm her butter, she's my bread
She's like a mobile waterbed
And when I get on top of her
I can't touch the mattress
And when her flesh begins to sag
She's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
She's my insulation
I always know where she sat
And when she's on me I get flat
Some broken ribs a punctured lung
That's why I love her
She's my Phillie I'm her stud
Her bean is bigger than my blood
It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
That's why I love her
1 | Don't Call Me White |
2 | Linoleum |
3 | Bob |
4 | Lori Meyers |
5 | Whoops, I Od'd |
6 | You're Wrong |
7 | The Decline |
8 | Stickin In My Eye |
9 | Franco Un-American |
10 | Creeping Out Sara |