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

Used to be you and me
Paper towel and a dirty magazine
That’s all we needed to get by
Now it seems things have change
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,
Cuz’ when you get to drinkin’
You’ve put me places I’ve never been before
Dear Rodney, I don’t like you anymore

Why can’t we just get and grip on our man-and-hand relationship?
And it turns that 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 shaving shave my bolls

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