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My Lady is the Boss

My buddies planned a man’s night out, a birthday wish for me
A ‘sausage fest’ beyond a doubt, but I’m no longer free
My girl and I are getting hitched but she don’t like my crew
And she’s a domineering bitch—but, oh! So fun to screw!

My pals have front row tickets to the hockey game tonight
And plan to go watch strippers ’till the break of morning light
But I no longer have a backbone—I can’t go, because
My girl prefers I stay at home—she’s got me by the balls!

My buddies call me pussy-whipped, and marriage will be worse—
They tease, “Your girl has had you ‘clipped’—your balls are in her purse!
You need to find yourself a spine, and drop that harping dame
Then repossess your testicles and join us at the game!”

I must obey my fiancee, or suffer the effects
Until I let her have her way, she’ll give me no more sex!
I’ll spend cold nights upon a cot I keep in the garage
Been There! Done That! I’ve been taught my lady is the boss!

Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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