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Dear Penis, I don't thing I like you any more, |
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You used to watch me shave, now all you do is stare at the floor, |
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Oh dear penis, I don't like you any more. |
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It used to be you and me, a paper towel and a dirty magazine, |
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That's all we needed, to get by. |
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Now is seems things have changed, and I think that you're the one to blame dear penis |
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I don't like you any more. |
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He Says, Dear Rodney I don't think I like you any more, |
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Cause when you get to drinking, you put me places I've never been before. |
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Dear Rodney I don't like you any more. |
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Why can't get a grip 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, we'd just stay home forever, dear penis, |
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I think I like you after all. |
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Oh and Rodney, while your shavin, shave my balls. |
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