Here's a new one for you. Hope you like it! It's called "I love you (but your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves)".
I'd dreamed about your knickers ever since my puberty
and you made my dreams come true when you asked me round for tea.
But when I got inside them, I knew it would bode ill
'cos it felt OK, but it looked like roadkill.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
We've made the duvet rock for the past eleven years
but my knees still knock when your thighs are wrapped around my ears.
I know that I'm shallow, but I still want to ease in
to something that I find more aesthetically pleasing
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
I love you, yes it's true, but prepare yourself for shock
for your "pant kebab" has become a stumbling block
I can't deny the fact that I'd like a nice 'un.
Not one that's done ten rounds with "Iron" Mike Tyson.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
So my bags are packed and I won't come back no more
and the sharp heartbreak just cuts me to the core.
But I can't turn back, I've just got to leave
I can't deal with a mimsy like a wizard's sleeve.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
Oh who could have guessed that our future would hinge
on the sight of your large and leathery minge?
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
I'm going to go straight to hell, aren't I? Where does this madness come from?
I'd dreamed about your knickers ever since my puberty
and you made my dreams come true when you asked me round for tea.
But when I got inside them, I knew it would bode ill
'cos it felt OK, but it looked like roadkill.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
We've made the duvet rock for the past eleven years
but my knees still knock when your thighs are wrapped around my ears.
I know that I'm shallow, but I still want to ease in
to something that I find more aesthetically pleasing
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
I love you, yes it's true, but prepare yourself for shock
for your "pant kebab" has become a stumbling block
I can't deny the fact that I'd like a nice 'un.
Not one that's done ten rounds with "Iron" Mike Tyson.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
So my bags are packed and I won't come back no more
and the sharp heartbreak just cuts me to the core.
But I can't turn back, I've just got to leave
I can't deal with a mimsy like a wizard's sleeve.
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
Oh who could have guessed that our future would hinge
on the sight of your large and leathery minge?
Your labia minora look like wicket-keeper's gloves.
I'm going to go straight to hell, aren't I? Where does this madness come from?
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