s*uts
s*uts
(It's not a role call but thank you)
I f** s*uts
s*uts get f**ed
When I f** s*uts
No if ands, and or buts
I f** s*uts
I f** s*uts
Nice girls are nice
But no good for nut s**ing
You need a serene night
To green-light a bu*t f**ing
But that'll be easy with sleazy old s*ut f**ing
Boo to the nice girls
Praise be to s*ut f**ing
I have a list
A list
Yes a list of all the s*uts I've missed
I've never f**ed or s**ed these s*uts
Thus my nuts are f**ing pissed
So when I f** the lucky s*ut
my nut removes her from the list
Another dumb cumbucket struck from my nut s**ing, s**-it s*ut, s*ut f**ing bucket list
(The pages are blank
I know it
Why am I lying to you?)
s*uts can be white, black, brown or pink or almond
s*uts can be skinny with big tits or skinny with small ones
s*uts can be perky, preppy or posh
With their brains and their clothes all shrunk from the wash
But other s*uts are pretty, funny, and smart
These s*uts can move all your thoughts from your dick
to your heart
Talk about science, Music or art
They can put your together
Or they can pull you apart
Don't trust these s*uts
Don't you dare
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care
And then they'll be gone
And you'll be aware
of the hole in your heart
That that dumb s*ut left there