She Made It Hard On Me

"Say baby, it don't cost you anything to talk;
Well then, let me get my sister... Thelma!"

We cruised the streets in search of paradise
But what we got was Thelma
And her sister
She climbed aboard out beet up love machine
But her ass got stuck in the door
What a fat whore

She made it hard on me
She was so fat, I could not see

When I looked into the mirror, boy I got a treat
Only my friends feet
Beneath Thelma
When I climbed into the back seat she pulled my pants down
"But why did she frown"
I don't know?!

She made it hard on me
She was so fat, I could not see

"What do you think this is, JC Penney!?!"
Can I have my money back? PLEASE?



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hurt
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