Hey do you live on a chicken farm? ‘cos you’re really good at raising cocks
If you and I were Squirrels, I’d store my nuts in your hole
I can’t make a cherry pop, but I can make a bananna cream
You’ve got all the curves, and I got all the angles
Are you a gardner, ‘cos I want to put your tulips and my tulups together
Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.
Do you have a library card, ’cause I’d like to sign you out.
My Love for you is like diarrahia … I can’t hold it in
Are your parents retarded, ’cause you sure are special
Did you fart, cause you blew me away.