from the toilet of my heart

the gold mine in your buns/ it's like your biscuits over done

she won't get under me/ until I get over you

I forgot my wife's name/ but I woke up with a few

we used to kiss on the lips/ but now it's all over

I'm the only Hell that tore out your heart

damn her black heart but my aim is getting better

keep forgetting you know the reason

before my best friend goodbye ran off with my wife

this heart is a quart low on love/ but I changed the oil

she got a honeymoon without the ring

just ask my beer if I want to

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