bouttime

lady J

she was green and she was hairy
and i was thinkin' that she was stinkin' just like my lady J should.
she was sticky and i was itchy,
i licked my lips and did some pickin’, i
kept her warm, i kept her dry
and waited for the day she'd get me high

i sat on the bed and prepared my head,
i put her to my lips and it was fine,
she burned well and i was fried,
out of my window, i heard a fuss,
Mrs.O Leary yelled ‘henry! i smell a skunk!, i started laughing
and all was good,
‘cause she was my skunk
and she stunk just like i knew
my lady J would.