Dear Penis

 

 

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1. Dear Penis, I don't think I like you anymore.
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You used to watch me shave, now all you do is stare at the floor.
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Oh, dear Penis, I don't like you anymore.
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It used to be you and me, a paper towel and a dirty magazine.
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That's all we needed to get by.
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Now it seems that things have changed and I think that you're the one to blame.
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Dear Penis, I don't like you anymore.

 

2. He says, dear Rodney, I don't think I like you anymore.
'Cause when you get to drinking you put me places I've never been before.
Dear Rodney, I don't like you anymore.
Why can't we just get a grip on our man-to-hand relationship
and 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.
And, Rodney, while you're shaving, shave my balls.