Dear Penis

Dear Penis,
I don’t think I like you anymore.
You used to watch me shave,
Now all you do is stare at the floor
Oh, dear Penis
I don’t like you anymore.

It used to be you and me,
A paper towel and a dirty magazine.
That was all we needed to get by.
Now It seems things have changed
And I think that you’re the one to blame.
Dear Penis,
I don't like you anymore.

(he sings)

Dear Rodney,
I don’t think I like you anymore.
Cause when you get to drinking,
You put me in places I’ve never been before.
Dear Rodney,
I don’t like you anymore.

Why can’t we just get a grip
On our man to hand relationship.
Come to terms of truly how we feel.
If we put our heads together,
We just stay home forever.
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.

Oh, and Rodney,
While you’re shaving,
Shave my balls.

Steven Lynch (unconfirmed)

P.S.: É um crime que esta lyric não tenha sido até agora divulgada na internet. Felizmente, estou cá eu para passá-la para texto e sentir-me extremamente estúpido por ter perdido cerca de 30 minutos com isto.