Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep
One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
Pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
A MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
Huge bxxbs who owns a bar on a golf course,
And loves to send me fishing and drinking with friends.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh*t.