Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Should I really shave my balls?







If I don't, she'll surely bitch,







Does she care how much I'll itch?

Take the razor and lather up,







(Gawd that bitch is so corrupt)







Don't she care that I could slip?







Shave my balls - and cut off my dick?

Easy now - hands don't shake,







She'll call me "Stumpy" with one mistake.







Pubes in her teeth she really can't bear,







If I want some head - get ridda the hair.

So I shave my balls all nice and slick,







Did it up nice - without one nick!







"Feel 'em baby - they're so smooth!"







"Take off your clothes - get in the groove!"

She looks at me from our little bed,







"I'm sleepy, Baby - ain't givin' no head!"







She rolls on over - and gives me her back,







I'm so pissed off - I'm about to crack!

Next day it's breakfast in the sheets,







I spoon her bites which she gladly eats.







And I must confess I think it's fair,







That her omelette was made with pubic hair!