Gambler’s Blues

Ok! This one went quite a far. blame it on Dave’s brew, here’s one for Mitch, who’s mourning for his lost love was turned into a circus by us a few clowns who happened to be in the area. I didn’t start it though.

Chick with a dick
best thing | this is it
never missed  | the taste | of pussy anymore…

what a man | what a girl
my rock | my pearl
my angel | a tickly-dickly | whore…

In a prison she flies
she laughs | she cries
She could love with the passion of a crime

She could hit | like a brick
my sensitive prick
and we hurt | each other | all the time

Then she passed me by
never said | goodbye
poor thing | forgot her lines

She could see what’s to come
yet she hung around a bum but
I was hers | till the day | She was mine

Slow man’s only wit
If a hole; must fit
backwards! backwards! she yold

Who’s back? I screamed
”Who’s hole you fucking creamed” and
with her last words | she left me fucking cold

Love is good | love is prime
had a fair-share-mine
let the new sail find a new shore

If the mute have a say
Oh I miss her everyday
but I would rather not have her anymore!
If the mute have a say let it go God’s way
I would rather not have her anymore!