I love women whose name ends with 'Y'

 

I think therefore I am Aa Harvey.
Separating sores. Angie doesn’t end with a why.
Nearly all the women in my life that I have loved;
For some reason their names ended with a ‘Y’.


Only one woman I loved didn’t smoke bud.  Don’t ask me why.
Her name didn’t end with a ‘Y’.
But the relationship was condemned to die.
Amy, Stacey, Tracey, Emily;
Are all truly beautiful ladies.
But cele vie, what will be will be; thank God for apathy.
Brats you see compared to me. (Except Tracey)


My love is looking for love; seeking sex and fun.
With someone other than me, so let me burn away in the sun.
Why waste my time?  Leave me alone to die.
If your name ends in a y, I’m sorry I made you cry
And Tracey baby, you are too elegant for your name.
You are gleaming keen on me; I must be purile and lame.


But then Mary Jane became Viagra
And I became a panther.
My love was too much for any woman,
Because they have affairs; so they can’t keep up or something.


We wish to be independent of lust!
For I don’t want to fuck a slut who can’t keep up.
My libido is the horniest on the planet!
It’s a shame it has been wasted,
On some hole I could never marry.


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