No matter how you dress it up
I don’t like peeing in a cup.
I find it reprehensible
That they won’t say how full is “full.”
And so I leave the W.C
With three quarters of a cup of pee.
And now, have mercy lord above!
Where’s he going with that glove?
No matter how you dress it up
I don’t like peeing in a cup.
I find it reprehensible
That they won’t say how full is “full.”
And so I leave the W.C
With three quarters of a cup of pee.
And now, have mercy lord above!
Where’s he going with that glove?
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