Blow
Now baby listen,
You're half a century old.
Just cause you start to glisten,
It does not make you gold.
I tried to confront you,
But you refuse to admit.
There's no way I'm gonna,
Go down on that shit.
Honey I'll huff, honey I'll puff,
But I ain't gon' blow.
Cause you're made of brick, I want it over quick,
And you're too goddamn slow.
You seem so unhappy,
You seem so disparaged.
Now baby how could that be?
Try 20 years of marriage.
Ain't got nothin' worth braggin'
Ain't got nippin' or tuckin'
So unless you stop saggin'
I ain't gonna start suckin'.
I bought you lotion,
Hell, I even bought you tapes,
And I'll even do the motion,
If you point away from the drapes.
I'll buy you a hooker,
Yeah something with class,
But givin' you a hummer?
You're 'bout as likely to get in my ass.