This is for you, my darlin'...
She called me collect from The Phone Booth in D.C.
The Blue Pills lined up for an erect arrival
I've picked up the beer cans and groomed all the goats
Sprayed Lysol and some strong herbicidal.
I warshed all the dishes and ran off the winos
Except for the two passed out in the trailer
They'll have to go soon when my darlin' The Loon
Shows up and desires me to nailer.
I hope she don't brang all that Avon type stuff
Makes the trailer smell like a French hoe house
We'll throw back some gin and laugh loudly and grin
As she lounges around the mobile home sans blouse.
I hope to discover her Beaver Dam tonight
After we drank gin and smooth apple cider
Hoping to hear screams and loud grunting type sounds
When she yells, " I'm opening my wings a tad wider . "
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