Friday, February 22, 2008
Night Oranger
Sister Douchebag, oh your tan has come,
As you know that you’re the only one,
To say, lets spray,
Where you going, what you douching for,
You know those boys,
Don’t want to spray no more with you,
It’s true.
You’re scrotoring
What’s your price for flight
In finding mister tight,
You’ll be orange tonight…
