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'' She's Behind Me I've Got To Go ''
When I went to use my razor,
My skin began to shred,
The wife it didn't faze her,
When I started turning red.
Women don't shave she tried to claim,
It would only cause a rash,
As an excuse that was pretty lame,
I've seen her large moustache.
The hairy armpits and hairy legs,
Heavy growth on their rears,
Staining on their pure white kegs,
At five a shadow appears.
Make up plastered upon their face,
To hide their under eye sacks,
Nature can't keep up with the pace,
Or the constant sun bed attacks.
Getting close and personal isn't much fun,
After the last time, I went for a scan,
I looked like a burger which was overdone,
Turned out it was her fake tan.
A creature of beauty is what they portray,
Gentle and misunderstood,
Harmless and loving they don't cause affray,
The generosity of Robin Hood?
Enough shoes and clothing to open a store,
How many outfits do they need?
If invited out they claim they need more,
I'd say more than a hundred is greed.
Yet they always claim they've nothing to wear,
How can that possibly be,
But what I find so hard to bear,
Is for my sanity I just have to agree.
Mine has the temper of a raging beast,
What I saw in her I'll never know,
If she reads this I know I'll end up deceased,
' She's Behind Me I've Got To Go '
My skin began to shred,
The wife it didn't faze her,
When I started turning red.
Women don't shave she tried to claim,
It would only cause a rash,
As an excuse that was pretty lame,
I've seen her large moustache.
The hairy armpits and hairy legs,
Heavy growth on their rears,
Staining on their pure white kegs,
At five a shadow appears.
Make up plastered upon their face,
To hide their under eye sacks,
Nature can't keep up with the pace,
Or the constant sun bed attacks.
Getting close and personal isn't much fun,
After the last time, I went for a scan,
I looked like a burger which was overdone,
Turned out it was her fake tan.
A creature of beauty is what they portray,
Gentle and misunderstood,
Harmless and loving they don't cause affray,
The generosity of Robin Hood?
Enough shoes and clothing to open a store,
How many outfits do they need?
If invited out they claim they need more,
I'd say more than a hundred is greed.
Yet they always claim they've nothing to wear,
How can that possibly be,
But what I find so hard to bear,
Is for my sanity I just have to agree.
Mine has the temper of a raging beast,
What I saw in her I'll never know,
If she reads this I know I'll end up deceased,
' She's Behind Me I've Got To Go '
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`` She`s Behind Me I`ve Got To Go ``
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