No one knows what it's like
To be the good coach
To be the pervert
Behind Nunis
No one knows what it's like
To be pocketless
To be Smoking
To wallets in my briefs
But my dreams
They aren't as dirty
As my stick seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My briefs are smelly
That's always good
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I rape you
No one sees my undies
except my wife
None of my stick or pants
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as dirty
As my stick seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My briefs are smelly
That's always good
When my stick hardens, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me you're a girl
Before I rape and molest you
If my undies tend to tear
Put my phone in my ass
If I shiver, please give me some pants
Keep me warm,let me have your Underwear
No one knows what it's like
To be the good coach
To be the pervert
Behind Nunis
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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