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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