Oh, but what a torturous thing,
To see you and hear your voice.
Though your love is not solely mine,
But shared with so many boys.
By love, of course, I mean your vagina,
Even if they’re a package deal.
But boy oh boy, you spread it around,
Like a soup kitchen handing out meals.
That’s not to say you give it to bums.
Though, let’s be honest, that’s what you attract.
Save, of course, for yours so truly.
For I am slightly better than that.
I’ve often been curious for quite some time,
But I’d never’d the courage to ask.
So I guess now is as good time as any:
How many guys have you given some ass?
I can named almost three, right off the bat,
Four if we can count him as one.
To me that seems a damn awful lot,
But I guess what’s done is done.
So I guess that’s all very well and good,
Let’s just say our love wasn’t to be.
But if there’s anything left of your sweet little pie,
Then please save at least one piece for me.
Just having some fun.