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The Lament Of A Middle-Aged Woman
Even when I did all the work I didn't make it twitch.
One guy got angry and called me a bitch.
Another said I didn't know how to stroke a man's ego.
Now who did he think he was, Placido Domingo?
Not that the man could sing, Ridiculous, blaming me.
And I 'm supposed to nurture their fragile vanity?
I'm just having no luck.
All I want is a good pussy-pounding fuck.
One guy swallowed a bottle of Cialis, but still sucked in bed.
I tried rescuing him (and failed) by attempting head.
He said nothing and got dressed instead.
What is it with these guys? Oh, they talk a big game
but in the end they come up lame
and sulk and sulk and look at me to blame.
One guy got angry and called me a bitch.
Another said I didn't know how to stroke a man's ego.
Now who did he think he was, Placido Domingo?
Not that the man could sing, Ridiculous, blaming me.
And I 'm supposed to nurture their fragile vanity?
I'm just having no luck.
All I want is a good pussy-pounding fuck.
One guy swallowed a bottle of Cialis, but still sucked in bed.
I tried rescuing him (and failed) by attempting head.
He said nothing and got dressed instead.
What is it with these guys? Oh, they talk a big game
but in the end they come up lame
and sulk and sulk and look at me to blame.
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