Lyrics

The single, lonely, pubic hair
between my teeth
reminds me of you

I keep it there
to show I care
and then it grew

I use your underwear
to slick down my hair
to remind me of you

I can still feel your scent
it won't relent
not quite Heaven sent
but it sticks like glue

You're no hygienic honey
Yes, my rotting runny bunny,
even when you may smell funny,
I still love you blue

Oh, you might be slightly oozy
even in a large Jacuzzi
I feel the bubbles sting my eyes
with each diseased surprise
but in the pain there surely lies
a love so true

So, if you're somewhat willin',
a shot of penicillin
is the least that I can do

We'll frolic through the forest
though the creatures may deplore us
- Olfactory furry rivals -
the chance of our survivals
coincide with this mess
and the stains upon your dress

But when all is said and done,
we should call a truce
Honey . . . Please . . . Douche ( ! )