Before I say I love you
There's something I must know
What is that rancid stench
That wafts from down below
Like plastic on the griddle
And eggs left far too long
My darling I must say
Your c*nt smells f**ing wrong
Put it back
Lock it away
It's like a petrol station
On a rainy day
The stench is so vile
It just isn't fair
It's like a scene
From my s**ual nightmares
Your Blue Waffle
I shed a tear
As I grit my teeth
And swallow my fear
Petrol hanger
A f**ing disgrace
As its brought down low
And pressed into my face
Decaying before my eyes
Like spam left in the sun
The thought of ploughing you
Is no longer so much fun
As I start to turn away
Sun rising in the east
I see your boils of pus
Are festooned with yeast
What is that thing
What does it do
Why does it spurt
With all hues of blue
The stench is so vile
It just isn't fair
It's like a scene
From my s**ual nightmares
Your Blue Waffle
I shed a tear
When I grit my teeth
And swallow my fear
Petrol hanger
A f**ing disgrace
When it's brought down low
And pressed into my face