He says he loves me
Says I, he don't know what that mean
Says I, he love his pee-pee
More so now as finished his 'nother glass of gin.

He wants to help me
Says I, he don't know what me is
Says I, he loves my cha-cha
More so now as blew him away I 'nother wetness of kiss.

Oh I'm so bitter.
Your love is fouler than rotten rill.
And admit it, our minds no share shit in common
Oh I'm no better
Pouring your vile juice on my eggs still
Yet admit it, I no bear our tot in common
ain't yours papi, neither my heart nor our billy.