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She's handsy
She beats her man
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said, "Darling please Shut the FUCK UP"
She then walloped him across the mouth
I sat there with my appetizer in hand and began laughing
This guy was served
Funny how most stories you hear it's usually the other way around
Well not my story!
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said, "Darling please Shut the FUCK UP"
She then walloped him across the mouth
I sat there with my appetizer in hand and began laughing
This guy was served
Funny how most stories you hear it's usually the other way around
Well not my story!
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