Rodney Carrington — Dear Penis

Dear Penis,
I don’t think I like you any­mo­re,
You used to watch me shave,
Now all u do is sta­re at the floor.
Oh dear Penis,
I don’t like you any­mo­re.

It used to be u and me,
A paper towel, and a dir­ty maga­zi­ne,
That’s all we nee­ded to get by.
Now it seems things have chan­ged,
I think that your the one to bla­me.
Dear Penis,
I don’t like u any­mo­re.

Now he sings,

Dear Rod­ney,
I don’t think I like u any­mo­re,
‘Cau­se when u get to drin­kin’
You put me pla­ces I’ve never been befo­re.
Dear Rod­ney,
I dont like u any­mo­re.

Why can’t we just get a grip,
On our man to hand rela­ti­ons­hip.
Come to terms with tru­ly how we feel.
If we put our heads toge­ther,
We’d just stay home fore­ver,
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.

Oh and Rod­ney,
While yer shavin’,
Shave my balls

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