At the Wheel for Sleep

How does she feel about me
I really don't think I asked
Cuz she's got big buck teeth and a swollen nose
Stinky grey socks over bulbous toes
Her rear end is bony like a catamaran
And I can still sorta smell her deep inside my van
I know she's your cousin but I need a plan
To shake that girl tonight

I hid in the men's room at dinner time
But she followed me in like it was a sign
With her fish lips puckered up for rope-a-dope
I crawled out of the stall because I couldn't cope
Her panties were disgusting and she threw them at me
They stuck to my head as I began to flee
Please give me apologies to the maitre d
For the guests' lost appetites

We're only lost sailors on the fringe of night
Frozen in fear of our appetites
A sea of lost causes tries to strafe the boat
We're never really here and we never truly know



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dipietro
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